text: The man next to you screams and whacks a corpse on the ground with your simple battle axe. He smiles and pulls himself up to grip the weapon with two hands and bring it down over the head of another distracted man.
  
  Your heart beats.
  
  You spare a quick glance over the rest of the battlefield.
  
  Men fight all around you, clanging metal and shrieking warriors ringing in your ears. There's laughter, joy, fear, and hatred in those screams. Shadows stand all around the raised edge of the arena, perfectly still.
  
  You need a weapon in your hands, something to defend yourself against this writhing mass of life and death. You need your axe; it's yours. It fits perfectly in your hand and bites at the flesh of your enemies like a loyal dog. There is no question: you must get it back.
  
  Beat.
  
  The man is chopping here and there and everywhere. He's not even holding your axe right.
  
  Beat.
  
  Attack him now and rely on your skills, or sneak up behind him?
  > You sneak up on him
  You quickly move around a few fights and dodge a few weak attacks, making your way to the man.
  
  Beat.
  
  He's still whacking into a corpse, though a different one now. His back is to you... It's the perfect time to strike.
  
  Beat.
  
  You lift your hands and go flying into his body, slamming him forward.
  
  Beat. Beat. Beat.
  
  Before he can respond your arms are wrapped around his neck from behind. The fool drops your axe on his foot so he can claw at your arms. Chokes and screams are stuck in his throat and there's a wheezing sound; the only air he can get out, and none of it goes back in. You give another squeeze. He beats against your body with one hand, but lacks to strength to do any damage, already fading.
  
  Suddenly, something hits you in the leg. You collaspe onto the man and look to it. An arrow is sprouting from your leg like a plant in the dirt. At the sudden shock of it you let go of the man and he tries to turn around. Before either of you realize what's happening your hand is on the axe and the axe flying to towards his head... And then his head is flying off by itself. The warm blood hits you like a geyser. You roll around and sit up.
  
  Another arrow grows in your shoulder. You aren't sure when that happened. You can barely feel it now, barely feel anything. A gurgle and a giggle are swallowed by blood in your mouth, when you realize there's another arrow there. You fall back, trying to laugh and just barely managed to make a sound. You're drowning now... Drowning in your own blood... And losing to much of it... And...
  
  It's... Funny. Funny. Haha funny. And then it's nothing, nothing but black.