Just as Wendigo predicted, when Klaire and her cronies returned, Deacon and Fio were dragged out into the Arena for their battle. The smaller boy is trembling visibly, eyes stuck on Tommy's corpse which was now straight beside him.
Kid grips the bars, growling with anger at the situation he was in. He felt so damn useless, like he couldn't help anybody... Why the fuck was Klaire doing this?
The weapons were dumped onto the floor. Deacon glared harshly at Ota and Ato, selecting a dagger. Fio shakily reaches his arm out toward the weapons, but hesitates and retracts it. His shaking hands come up to ball into fists at his collar, eyes shut. He hated this. He didn't want to do this.
Klaire's voice sliced the silence in half. "Choose, child!" She barks.
The way she called him a child made Kid even angrier. She just enforced that they were only children, being forced into these death matches, but didn't seem the least bit remorseful about her actions. What a cold, heartless woman.
Her demand made Fio jump, shaking more. With a jerky motion of his arm, he quickly grabs the first thing that his fingers brushed. A mace. It was heavy in his small hands, but he somehow managed to keep from dropping it onto the stone floor. The room was reeking of death since Tommy had started to decompose. After the weapons were selected and the extras collected by the brute-bros, the two boys faced each other on opposite sides of the room. Klaire and her cronies guard the door, her pistol cocked and ready in her hand in case it was needed.
But before any blood could start spilling, Fio closed his eyes and began to recite something in another language. "Estimado señor en el paraíso, por favor cuida de mí y me ve a través de esta difícil prueba. Amen."
It was obviously a prayer, judging by the 'Amen' at the end. It sounded like a Spanish prayer. Was that Fio's home language?
Kid is snapped out of his thoughts when Klaire shouts out the very word that these poor boys were dreading to hear.
"Begin!"
Just like the first battle, it was bloody awful. Deacon had the advantage for the most part since his weapon was lightweight and made him quicker, but at one point Fio swung the mace low into his groin.
Deacon screamed. So loudly, with so much pain, as he collapsed to his knees and cupped his crotch. Blood spilled between his fingers from the spikes, which had effectively eliminated any chance of him ever fathering children. Fio's shoulders violently trembled in realization of what he had done. However he only swallowed, hauled the great weapon up on his shoulder, walked closer to the newly weakened opponent, and nearly vomited from the rubbery give of his temple beneath the blunt-force object. Deacon falls onto his back, the Mace lodged into his head. He died almost instantly.
It was in the moment that Kid realized something. Wendigo was smiling, showing off pearly whites and an almost insane aura. Did he enjoy that?..
"Fio wins." The blue-haired boy states simply.
The body was left where it fell, but Ato used his foot to wedge the weapon out of it before returning the contents to the bag they came from. Klaire clicked her tongue at them, eyeing the young ones she was torturing.
"Sleep well, my darlings." She turned on her heel and left with the brute-bros.