He tried to pull his feet out of the mud as quickly as possible, but he was not fast enough. Who even makes a fighting bear out of mad? His opponent was a beast-sized titan of a man, and he smiled down at his tragedy. He smiled widely, and his fist came down hard and smacked him across the face. His head smacked violently to the side, and he went flying a few feet in the air before he landed on his back.
The giant of a man cheered and lifted both his hands to the sky, and the crowd outside the arena cheered loudly.
"Finish him!! Finish him up!!"
Sir black must have been used to pain and quite enjoyed causing pain to others, but he treasured his face more than anything. He twisted his head to the side and spat a mouthful of blood. His jaw might have just been dislocated, and he knew it was going to hurt for a while. The chants got higher and higher, and he must have overestimated himself to think that he could go against the champion in the ring.
