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He took one final deep breath as the scent of blood, dirt, and steel invaded his senses. It was a comfortably familiar smell, and the same was true of the roar of the bloodthirsty crowd. Part of him would almost miss these sensations, almost. But he had better things to do than be wistful. Today was the day, his last time entering these games. He had spilled so much blood, seen so many horrors, and survived injuries he never thought possible, and all of that would finally come to a blissful end.
He had done his time. Ten grueling years had come and gone. In hindsight, the time seemed to fly by, but if he had said that to his past self, he’d probably lose his remaining teeth. But enough hypotheticals. It was time for the main event, himself vs...well, “The Main Event.” He’d never actually seen the event with his own eyes before. Prisoners weren’t allowed to, it was supposed to be a surprise. They didn’t even know whether those lucky few who made it this far actually succeeded and were set free. Who could say? He certainly couldn’t.
He clutched his weapon eagerly as he checked every crease and buckle on his armor one last time. Everything was in place, nothing was amiss, there would be no chances taken, only victory. He grinned, excited at the prospect of the games for the first time. Maybe he was setting himself up for disappointment. He didn’t even know what he was getting into this time, but honestly, he didn’t care. Today was the day he’d finally be free, one way or another…
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When you come to the final step, it almost seems too easy, too effortless. So much stress and heartache to reach this point and now it'll all be over, because one way or another it has too end right now. And maybe, you just don't know how to feel about that.
Author's Note: I had an image in mind for "The Main Event" but embarrassingly, I couldn't find the original and frankly it's best left to the imagination.
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