Chester burst towards Kai, and he swung his sickle savagely as he streaked past.
As a smile crawled onto his face, something splattered against his cheek.
It was warm and smelled coppery.
"Hm?"
Chester turned his head slowly to his left, and his world shattered. His smile died as his eyes watched his shield arm go. It slid from his shoulder in a clean, bloody line before gravity seized it, and the limb dropped to the stone with a wet, final thud.
More blood came next, bursting from the wound in violent arcs, painting the air crimson.
His shield clattered to the ground, still strapped to the severed arm.
And Chester could only stare, comprehending what he was seeing—as his own blood rained down around him. Once his nerves registered the excruciating pain, his face twisted in agony. A scream tore out of his throat and echoed across the entire stadium.
It took longer for the crowd to grasp what happened.
However, the moment the crowd did, a shocked uproar exploded.
