The fight hurt. It was worse than normal. For one, he was fighting another human, for another, you wouldn’t go down. Even worse, you seemed to have him on the defense. The crowd was cheering for you, not him. In between punches, he caught twisted glimpses of Haggar in the stands, cronish face twisted in disappointment.

Another hit, and he slammed into the ground. He tried to get up, but one of his legs wouldn’t cooperate. This was it. Death in the arena.