I ran my hand across the ground. What is this? I grasped my palm on the rough texture and felt something grain-like flow down from my grip. Dry. Sigh. It’s the fucking sand.

My eyes snapped open and I was greeted by the burning bright sun in my eye. I propped myself up to my feet, flinching when I moved too fast. I’m still injured? Even here?

Clutching at my abdomen I spun around to take in my surroundings. The shadowy figures. The circular arena. The cheering. The stomping! The fuck!

“Have you finished your beauty sleep?”

I gritted my teeth upon hearing that voice. My voice.

Tsk.

I turned around and looked at my clone in the middle wearing a white suit and some weird ass hair. What did he do with my appearance? Why is there a rose in his hand? Should I stop asking questions and beat the shit out of him like I did that pathetic loser? Yes, I should.

“What are you guys whining about?” I questioned, “Why summon me back in here to this bloody arena.”

“We are...how should we say? Unsatisfied.”

“And so? Want me to pour you a glass of milk and kiss you on the forehead?” I kicked up sand towards him just to taunt.

He tilted his head and gave me a stupid smirk.

“Well, you have done this before. Let us begin the game.” he said, giving a shitty bow.

I will have him kiss the tip of my shoes before I lose to a personality like this.

He threw the rose into the air and it floated in place. It started to spin, ramping up a few seconds later.

I brought my hand out to my side to summon my Ice Spear but again, why isn’t my magic working here!!

“Looks like this will be quick,” the dollar clone uttered under his breath.

He brought his hand to his chin and snapped with the other. The rose split into a dozen similar roses. The rest started to spin, then matched the speed as the first rose.

I limped towards the wall and tried to gather the surrounding mana. I placed my palm on the concrete and focused.

The roars of the crowd started to ring my ear.

“HAHA!”

"Look at the cocky shit!"

Focus.

"He's corner like a rat!!"

“He’s dead!”

Dammit!! Focus!

I heard the snap again and I turned around. The stems of roses spearing at me with a furious speed.

Give me anything! Anything! I held both my palms out and the energy barrier started to flicker. Come on! I’m not going out like this!

Swish

Swish

“Gah!” I yelped.

The piercing pain of the sharp roses like needles coursed through my body. My hands pinned to my side into the concrete. The roses pierced my body in pairs. Both my arms, both my shoulders, both sides of my chest, two in my abdomen. Both my knees!

The pain! It fuckin hurts!

My head drooped down as I saw the great amount of blood leak down my body. The cheers of the crowd and stomps faded. But, I could hear the shifting of sand grow closer and closer. The narcissistic bastard walking closer to me. Taking his bloody sweet time.

“Just finish the battle and be done with it!”

He pulled a rose out of my abdomen and licked the bloody end.

“You see, I know I said it would be quick, and of course don’t get me wrong! It was very quick indeed. However,” he swiftly brought his hand down, piercing me in the foot. “I like to take my time with these things.”

He leaned in close to my ear, smelling his overwhelming cologne.

“Time’s up, Leo.”