"Give up, Elise. This fight is over- I have no intention of killing you."
Elise glared flaming razors at Ressek. "As you killed Raven? As you took away my one goal in life? As you destroyed my purpose?" She spat, still twisted in Ressek's grip. "Kill me. End this purposeless existence."
"Surrender, fool. I do not wish to kill you."
"And I wish to be killed, lizard! Dammit, Ressek, destroy me! My life is over, my road at an end!"
A war raged inside Ressek. It would be easy to grant Elise's screaming requests, but that was not who he was. Seek your death elsewhere, Elise, the martial artist thought, and struck an entirely different point on her body. A pained squeak escaped her as she crumpled to the ground, unconcious.
"Look at that, Warden. A fighter who does not wish to kill. This may be an interesting tournament after all."
"Interesting, yes," the Arena master replied, scowling at Ressek, "but not what will satisfy the crowd. They want blood, and it will be up to me to make sure that they get it. Peli, come here."
A short, stocky woman came forward, bearing a piece of parchment with the names of the competitors. "Yes, Jared?"
"I told you before- never call me by that name."
"Of course, Arena master."
"Make sure Ressek's next fight is with Raven." Turning back to Calarith, the stout master of the Arena grinned. "If they won't see the blood of those Ressek fights, they will see his."
Calarith watched as they exited the terrace, making whatever preparations were necessary for the next fight, and decided he did not like the manipulative little man who ran his battlegrounds. True, the Arena was a creation he enjoyed, very much, but its owner was truly foul in Calarith's eyes. "Aumer have mercy on your soul, Jared, when he claims you at last."