You finally spot him, hovering above the crowd, far up in the sky. A cold shiver runs up your back as he opens his mouth.
You drop to your knees as a waterfall of fire is being poured down on the small rodent.
A yellow blaze lights the entire arena in a reddish glow. It is almost surreal.
You take off your cap and look at your Rival.
He played you. Lured you into his game. There is no way to beat him.
He wins.
He always does.
឵឵
GAME OVER