Nasir sucked in a breath as the dagger not only bit into his skin but pushed past it and sank in deep. Then he felt the pain again, this time in his stomach, followed by a shallow cut but the damage was done. He had several mortal wounds. His blood spilled from his body onto Felicity. It pooled in his mouth and he coughed as he rolled off of her and onto the ground.

Now that he was overcome with pain, now that he was dying, the weakness seemed to drain the anger from him.

"You--" He coughed. "Fought well."

The Arena was over. He had come close-- painfully close-- but in the end it hadn't been enough. He'd been struck down by a friend he never should have attacked.