[IT THRUST THE SWORD DOWN TOWARDS THE CHEST OF RHETT, WHO WAS STUNNED AND SPEECHLESS TO REACT.
The sword went down in slow motion towards Rhett's chest. His hands were motionless, and he couldn't move a muscle. The stadium was silent, all expecting the worst.
The Therret beast's face was a blur, and so was the sword. Rhett thought he saw a twinkle of light in the sky. He couldn't predict his future, not at this moment though, not now that he was about to die.
The sword went down, and Rhett breathed out.
TAGNOK suddenly halted his actions. He raised the sword up to the dismay of the crowd and threw it away behind his back, his eyes gleaming and a smirk on his face.
"Ok," said the beast. "Nah, nah, I—I—I honestly don't need to kill you. I really don't."
Someone from the crowd shouted, "C'mon, this is pure rubbish! Murder him, TAGNOK! We need blood and not… sparing of lives! I didn't pay money to see this!" It was a female voice.
