The weak creature pulled itself to its feet and slowly moved forward. Blood gushed from all of its open wounds, as it staggered toward Rich. Once the Unlucky was a few feet in front of Richard, he swung his sword at the creature’s legs, severing them in half. The crowd once again let out a loud roar of excitement as the monster’s body hit the dirt. But even that wound would not deter the demon, as it sluggishly crawled toward Richard, leaving a trail of dark blood behind. I had seen that type of look from an Unlucky only the other day; although the Unlucky had only moments left to live, it could not deter himself from his original objective–making its kill.
The "Kill" chant then intensified, as people in the stadium shouted it over and over again. Richard walked slowly back to the straining Unlucky. Without warning he decapitated it, then pulled the detached head of the other Unlucky from the spike vest and stood there in the center of the arena with his arms held out in triumph, the heads of his dead victims in each hand.
The spotlight then flashed onto the Emperor as he got to his feet and announced that Richard was the winner. I looked back over to my brother and was surprised to see four men wearing riot gear wrestling him to the ground. They cuffed his hands behind his back and eventually dragged him away into the darkness. At that moment I realized that Richard was in more trouble than I originally thought. For the moment, then, it seemed the Unluckys were not our main threat; it was the Emperor and his people. I needed to think of a way to get Rich, and the rest of us as well, out of Palace City. Fast!