Escape

The silence remained for a while, before a loud voice came to take its place. The loudest voice to be heard since that cold silent night took its place in the stead of the daylight.

"And your winner! The new king of death! Your next prince of the street of fire! He is... Tiger!"

A man clothed in black from his head to the sole of his feet slipped into the ring. He grabbed Hermes at his right hand, and raised it into the air only to be welcomed by the violent rumbles which suddenly took rapport among the frustrated crowd.

"This is crazy!" A man protested. "Titan is still breathing!!! This punk has not even won yet!!!"

But even Titan would not agree with him. Wasted in the centre of the five sided ring, he lay flat and half conscious with his body bulging upwards everytime he took a new breath. There was not a doubt; he could not compete anymore.

"Titan is done, man", one other man said. "He is really outdone this time".

Up above the wave of lowly confusion sat the exalted spectators i
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