<b>They say there is a clarity that comes to you just before you die, a sense of what it means to truly be alive and at one with yourself and everything around you. They say that your life flashes before your eyes as well, but they were all full of shit.</b><br/><br/>Colleen managed to get to her feet, her left arm cradling her ribs as she hunched over slightly. Panting heavily she wiped the sweat from her eyes and tried to keep light on her feet and at a safe distance. Following to where Eymen's gaze led she saw the emcee with his sneering grin and she felt herself start to completely lose control. It wasn't her opponent that she wanted, it was that greedy son of a bitch that her rage called for. Looking back to Eymen she could see that he really had no choice in the matter, that this was not the way he wanted things to end. She also saw that nothing was going to stop him from giving it all he had, for them. Colleen started towards the giant of a man, but he had the upper hand as his knee shot directly into her groin and she doubled all the way over. Knees buckled and she was sent to the sand, his head connecting with her nose with several large cracks leaving it shattered. Her gaze soon found the old man in the crowd, a small smile tugging the corners of her lips.<br/><br/><i>You see, you didn't die alone after all..</i><br/><br/>Every kick to Colleen's small body made a dull and sickening thud. Gurgling groans and cries faded into raspy breaths as her eyes fluttered closed in acceptance of her fate. Life did not flash before her eyes and there was no peace or clarity in sight, just darkness. Her whole body felt like it was freezing cold despite the sweat that poured from her like the blood that flowed from her nose and her extensive internal injuries. The sound of her heart was pumping away in her ears leaving her deaf to the roars of the crowd until a well known voice broke through. It was a little dull and sounded very far away, but she heard the voice of the old man from the shoppe speaking to her. Cracking open her eyes as much as she could she saw him standing there in the ring with her. "Let me face my fate." The words had been mumbled through broken teeth and swelling split lips, but she knew he would understand her. She was a fighter to the very core and there should have been honor in dying in the pit, but this had been a scheme.<br/><br/>The broken girl had no idea that her supposed murderer had been dispatched nor that the old man had done it with ease. Colleen was not going to let him get hurt on her behalf and she struggled to find the strength to at least get to her knees and assess the situation. Clutching her ribs she got to her knees just in time to watch the old man deal with the emcee, her eyes not quite swollen shut yet. Feeling a surprisingly strong arm wrap round her slender waist she managed to stumble to her feet, question in her swollen expression when the keys were handed over. Wrapping her free arm around Al-Akhir as best she could she felt like a Weeble Wobble toy, but she was totally going to fall down. Reaching the car she opened the back door and, with his aid, eased into the back seat so that she could stretch out. Once he reached the driver's side she had passed out from exhaustion.