Everyone watched me. It was not just a fight to see who lost, but also one to see if the victor had it in him to kill. Sparta was no place for the frail or those sensitive to death. After grabbing the rock that I had dropped before tackling him, I raised my arm and aimed. Forgive me. Darius’ eyes widened and he choked out a sob right before I smashed in his skull. I screamed as I hit him, feeling warmth flow between my fingers and splatter on my face with each strike. His body slumped, and his head lolled to the side as a puddle of blood formed in the dirt. And his eyes watched me.
