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She lay sprawled on the blood drenched sands looking up at her opponent in terror the only noise she can hear is the arena crowd cheering and shouting encouragement She's unable to carry on fighting her wounds are numerous and too deep her white armoured tunic has been stained red as has parts of her long dark hair tumbling down her shoulders Her opponent stands silently above her sword raised to strike her down the only thing that is stopping her is her own face staring back at her Her own green eyes look back at her pleading seeking some sort of mercy in the depths silently begging to be allowed to live at least until the next defeat The victor screams and brings the sword down killing her opponent instantly it's only when the red mist clears that she realises that it was all just a frightening dream