THE TWO FACED EACH other, briefly acknowledging what they both knew must happen. Only one of them would leave the arena alive. The fighting in the arena ceased as all those remaining watched on.
There was no circling or taunting this time. No strategy. No tactics. The battle that unfolded was of epic proportion. Warrior against Warrior in a death match. This was the way it was meant to be. This was how Hans met their maker. This was how Hans died! In honor! In glorious battle!
Neither man seemed to gain an advantage. Cheng seemed to have regained the strength he lacked toward the end of the tournament match. And then it ended. The shoulder dropped again. This time, there was no deft flick of the wrist to capture the opponent’s weapon, no twisting, no turning, no rolling the loser out of
