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It was easy for Jethran to get the upper hand on Ronon with the weakened state he was in. No one had ever been able to beat Ronon as easily as Jethran had. Ronon was already defeated before the fight started; Jethran was just toying with the Satedan. This was supposed to be a fight to the death, and Jethran was drawing it out for as long as possible.
There was no cheering in the crowd this day. The cheering for the Satedan was loud and boisterous while he stood in the center of the arena waiting for his opponent, but as soon as the guard entered, looking ready to fight, the crowd silenced immediately. They all knew Ronon was going to die and were quieted by it.
If Ronon looked up at the crowd, he would have been able to see that not many were watching the fight. But he wasn't concerned with the crowd. He was concerned with the fight and with which blow was going to be his final one.
Jethran punched Ronon in the face and floored him for what had to be the twentieth time in the fight. Ronon didn't think he would have able to get up after that, but his body thought different and fought to get into a standing position. He made it up to his knee and that was all before he felt two large hands grab him and easily throw him.
"Satedan! Satedan! Satedan!" a single person started chanting.
And through all the silence, Ronon could hear it. In all of his previous fights, the chanting provided him some sort of adrenaline rush, but it was different this time. It won't help me this time, he thought. Don't cheer for me, I'm really dead.
The rest of the crowd joined the chant, and soon the entire arena was chanting, "Satedan! Satedan! Satedan!"
Kane watched the entire incident unfold from his seat. He was at a different level from the crowd, but he was in everyone's view. He stood from his seat and walked toward the railing. The movement caused the arena to fall back into silence. "Finish it!" Kane yelled.
Jethran smiled and nodded with delight. He took out a knife and ran over to Ronon. The crowd yelled this time in protest. He lifted up the Satedan who was as close to dead weight he could be while still alive. "Smell the blade, Satedan, before it kills you."
Ronon turned his head as Jethran held the blade in front of his face. He kicked Ronon in the stomach causing him to forcefully inhale and catch a sniff of the blade. "Poison," Ronon whispered.
"That's right."
Jethran moved his arm in an upward slash and stabbed Ronon in his side. He twisted the blade a little to inflict some pain. Ronon opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Jethran pulled the blade out and Ronon lost all of the support keeping him upright. He fell gracelessly to the ground, and this time he couldn't get up.
The crowd gasped and looked away. Some stood up and filed out of the arena as fast as possible. Other stood and waited with hope that he wasn't dead. Ronon's small movements on the ground gave them that hope.
Kane stood from his seat and made his way down to the arena as quickly as he could. When he got to the floor level, he wasn't sure himself if the Satedan was alive. But the erratic rise and fall of his chest told him different. When Kane got closer to Ronon, the audience took the hint and filed out of the arena. "You were a good fighter, Satedan. Really were. Brought me good business. But I can't have you here to start an uproar."
Ronon's hand moved to his side as he put as much pressure on his wound as he could. "You just made me immortal," he said through gritted teeth.
"The gates of the arena opened and the cellmates and all the guards were let into the circle. "Maybe I did."
"You're letting me go?"
"No. You're still going to die."
Ronon closed his eyes and nodded. "I don't want to die here," he whispered.
"I'll grant you that, Satedan," Kane whispered. "Because of you, I am the rich man that I am." Kane looked at the guards and chose two men he knew wouldn't hurt the Satedan in his state, but didn't have much respect for him. He signaled them to come to him. "Where do you want to go?"
"Not here."
"The woods?" Ronon nodded his head again, his voice leaving him. "The wound was only supposed to look grave. The real killer is supposed to be the poison. Because you still need to suffer." The two men picked Ronon up and each threw an arm over their shoulder. "Take him to the woods. And leave him there to die. Make sure no one follows."
The two men concurred and carried Ronon out of the arena. The other fighters looked away as he left, each knowing that it would be the last time they would see him alive. If they weren't so tough and didn't have to put up the tough façade, they would have cried. But this wasn't the place, like it wasn't the place for smiles. "Get these fighters back to their cells. No one is to talk about the Satedan," Kane demanded and stomped off.
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Sage got to the arena when the last of the people were leaving. She put up his hood so that they couldn't see her face. She walked over to a man and stood in his way, stopping him from continuing in his direction. "I want you to tell me if you've seen a Satedan in these parts of the galaxy," she said.
The man stepped back in alarm, but relaxed when he heard that it was a girl who stopped him. "Yes, I have. He just came out of the arena. He looked badly injured if you ask me."
"I didn't," she snapped.
"I don't think he will survive the night," the man said. He continued talking, oblivious to the tone in Sage's voice. "He was a great warrior too.
The man's indifference angered Sage. She grabbed a knife that was hidden in her hair and held it to the man's throat. "Don't talk about him like he is already dead."
"I… I'm just saying what… what everyone else is thinking," the man stuttered.
"What happened in the fight?" The man opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out because he was scared. "Tell me!" she screamed pushing the blade forward.
"He was fighting a guard. He was stabbed. He wasn't supposed to come out of that fight alive."
"Where are they taking him now?"
"I don't know. He was the last known of his kind. They will probably bury him in the woods when he dies."
Sage let the man go and pulled down her hood. "He isn't the last of his kind," she said, showing him the mark on her neck.
She took out a blaster and set it to stun, shooting the man in the chest. Sage was off running toward the woods before the man hit the ground unconscious.
Okay. I wasn't exactly happy with the last chapter. Honestly, it was hard for me to write. This one was easier for some reason. I know that this chapter is really short, but it's a set-up for the next chapter. Thanks to all those who reviewed. I hope this turned out fine. Please review. Lil-Rock
