In the Arena - Part 3

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Ancient Rome style Battle-to-the-Death competition.
In an alternate reality, Rome never quite fell.
The games continue!

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No Rules
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Prepared for the battle, Joel grasped his sword with both hands and bowed with respect to his opponent. His challenger, however showed no such inclination as he took the opportunity to deliver his blade deep into Joel's vulnerable, unprotected body.

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Defiant
Having driven the young fighter to his knees, Dag stood over him as the crowd cheered. The young warrior prepared himself for the death blow, but it never came. Dag smiled down at him and offered him his hand, helping him to his feet. The crowd erupted in approval. The young warrior had fought valiantly and had won both their favor and Dag's.

"Kill him!" shouted one of the judges, raising his bow. "He has lost."

"I will not, He deserves to live!" Dag shouted back.

"Then you will die instead!" The judge shouted back as he released his arrow.

Stunned by the impact, Dag steeled himself against the pain and grabbed the shaft of the arrow and slowly pulled it from his abdomen. The small hole bled a slow stream which ran down to his waistband.

Holding the arrow up to the judge, he shouted, "You have defied the will of the people! You are an unjust judge! You will die!"

The young judge again raised his bow, intending to silence Dag's pronouncement against him but before he could fire, he jerked with the sudden pain of an arrow in his gut from another judge. Dropping his bow, he stared with disbelief at the shaft that had embedded itself deep in his gut beside his navel. "Unghhh! Noooo! What have you done??" He screamed.

Dag climbed over the railing and ran up the steps to the booth where the judge stood. Grabbing the judge by the throat, Dag stabbed the arrow he had been shot with into the judge's shoulder. Unable to scream, the judge's shriek came out as a hissing gurgling sound. The crowd erupted with approval at the unexpected treat. Dag pulled the arrow free and stabbed it twice into the struggling official's gut. Finally, Dag pulled it free one last time and slammed it downward through his chest.

The shaft had pierced the heart and the judge struggled to remain standing for a few moments, knowing that the cameras were on him, he tried to strike a pose as his strength failed him. His bloodstained skintight outfit testified of his blood lust as his confined manhood bulged conspicuously as his body faltered and collapsed to the floor in a heap, two arrows standing tall, proudly, proclaiming victory over another victim.

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Deathwrestle
Some people have asked for this to be re posted. Here it is...
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Kevin rolled quickly to avoid the slash by Nicholas as he pounced on his position. Turning on his attacker, he thrust his sword upward, catching Nicholas in the abdomen, tearing through his body and erupting from between his shoulders.

Quickly jumping to his feet he grabbed hold of the stricken fighter and slowly lowered him to the floor. There he held him tightly as Nick's tortured body struggled valiantly against the sweep of death that was stealing his life away.

For long moments, the struggle went on until at last all signs of life had seeped away.

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Death ThrustAnother Repost

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Honor upheld at the point of a blade.

One-On-OneFulfilled Lust
Craig and Allen struggled in the gym as the trainers looked on. "Come here to die today?" Craig taunted as Allen slashed at his face.
"No, I came here to kill you." Allen taunted back. "Might as well lie down now and save your face from the fall, pretty boy."
"I don't think so!" Craig snapped back as he pushed Allen off balance and quickly moved around behind him. Wrapping his left arm around Allen's neck he drew him back tightly against his chest. Their sweaty bodies tightly bound together, in Craig's strong embrace, Craig drove his blade downward into Allen's heaving chest.

The blade took a surprising amount of force to drive home. Allen's tight muscles and strong bones resisted the blade's intrusion. The thrust was agonizingly slow, yet steady as the hilt approached his chest. Allen gasped repeatedly as the blade cut through the layers of skin, muscle, bone lungs and finally through his heart.
Craig held on to Allen as he slowly folded into a fetal position on the floor. He could feel his heavy gasps, his convulsive jerks and his quivers of pain as their sweaty bodies rocked together. Finally, with one last gasp, Allen's tight muscles relaxed. Craig continued to hold him tightly to himself, savoring the manly smell and the warmth of his prey's smooth and relaxed form.
"You two want to be left alone?" one of the trainers joked.
"Yes, I think I would like that." Craig smiled and squeezed him more tightly.

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