The Twelve – The Bull

Blood bubbled up to my throat. I spat it out. It wasn’t blood. It was bile mixed with mucus. I thanked the gods. No internal injury. But the pain – the pain still pumped through my body.

I took a breath and tried to keep the hurt at bay. My heartbeat played in tandem to the crowd’s chants.

Lion!

Lion!

Lion!

Anger began to take over from my pain. I despised this. These people. This bout. This life.

My life.

I despised my life. Everything about it.

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