You would think that someone getting their throat slit, with blood pouring out of the semi-decapitated corpse, would put a damper on the people's enjoyment.
You would be wrong.
If anything, it made the crowd go even more wild as they swarmed the almost-dead man, trying to get the gold coins from him. Some of the men even fell into the pit as they scrambled over the protective barrier, trying to get closer.
Men cheered, and others groaned as the gold continued to fall straight down. Clearly, the man wasn't dead yet if the wish was still ongoing. I wondered how he felt about being trampled down under the feet of those around him as he struggled to breathe his next breath.
"It looks like we are no longer the center of attention," I muttered, crossing my legs in front of me as the human under me tried to fight through the pain. "Does it really hurt that much?" I continued, calling some pre-popped popcorn from Teddy as I watched the show in the stands.
