"AH…FUCK!!"
Kavin snarled as pain exploded through his body. Every breath sent a sharp ache through his chest, while his broken arm throbbed so violently that it felt detached from the rest of him.
The impact of Donaven's punch had shaken him down to his bones, and for several seconds he could barely gather his thoughts. Blood ran into his eyes, blurring his vision and painting the world in shades of red.
Slowly, he forced his eyes open.
The arena around him swam in and out of focus. His ears still rang from the collision, but as his senses gradually returned, he noticed something strange.
The deafening cheers that had filled the Grand Arena only moments ago had almost disappeared. Thousands of spectators were staring at him in stunned silence.
Some looked shocked while others looked horrified, many simply looked defeated.
Three seconds had already passed.
