Dropping the sword, Nobi's free hand went to his belly and he fell to his knees, "Not me...." He threw his knife at Datton but Datton ducked, eyes telling that he knew Troy was behind him. The knife embedded in Troy's rippled but somewhat thick belly too. "Right in that belly button, wasn't it?" Datton turned, "Not sure?" He got between Troy and the other gladiators, blocking the others gladiators---Artrix, the albino, the mulatto, and Atol. Atol ran over to Tuatha's kicking body, crying. "Not sure? Here lemme make sure for ya!" Datton kicked the knife in Troy's belly, well, into Troy's belly more and Troy fell away in absolute pain, yelling. "Lookwhathe did to me, lookwhat he did ta me! Lookawadheidtame!" He couldn' t even try to grab the fully embedded knife in his own guthole for it was in too deep. His belly closed around it and he stooped around, walking, trying to get it out of him. "Gititouttame!" "Poor bastard!" Datton mocked, sarcastically. He turned and saw Artrix, the albino, and the mulatto all aiming arrows at him. "Give it up, little boys, your crew is all gone. No one left. Just me and me! You DARE POINT ARROWS AT ME!!!? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY ARROW BOYS I'VE SLAIN WITH THEIR OWN ARROWS????? GO ON TRY!" Datton walked up to the mulatto as fast as possible and ripped the arrow from the bow and shoved it deeply into the caramel belly, "Right in the belly button! AWWWW, next life follow someone who is not Tuatha! Oh, I forgot, you won't have a next life!" Datton took the bow out of the mulatto's
surprised hands that he slammed it over the mulatto's head and then as the mulatto bowed too in pain, he shoved the bow head into the mulatto's belly button too, right next to the long thin arrow, "Here let your arrow have a mate,
mate!!!!!! DIE TOO!" "OHHHHHHHHAAAERRRRGGGGGGGGGNOOOOOONNAQWWWWWWW! QUIRK!" The mulatto bowed and his head hit the bowed head of Troy. "AWARRGG! It's love at first slit!" Datton laughed and waved his sword at Artrix and the albino, "Give up yet???" Artrix aimed his arrow, his eye on Datton's navel, "NO ONE can stop my arrows! Not even you! You die," and he added for mocking tone, "DATTON..." Datton saw the albino moving sideways, trying to get behind him but as fast as possible he smacked the flying arrow of Artrix and it raced BANGING into the albino's pure white belly button. At the same time, the albino had fired his arrow, Datton used his sword to knock it into Artrix. The albino folded and then raced backward, his back hitting ground. Datton laughed. "Artrix, you still with us?" Artrix gasped, "I don't die that easy."
Datton ran over to him and licked his face as he got real close and ran his sword in the upper abs above the navel and he took hold of the arrow and shoved it upward and downward and then sideways. He let go and it wobbled. But he remained close up to Artrix's brown tanned body and took a knife from Artrix' s thong and shoved it in the lower abs, between lower torso and navel. " Noose boy!" Datton took the noose off Artrix, moving away from him. Datton got behind Artrix and pulled the noose tight and shoved backward. They sank down now, two stabbed in their guts, one with the long thin arrow that Troy's body kept nubbing against and causing even more pain in the mulatto's body. The mulatto in return, could do nothing more than punch Troy's belly where the knife was fully gone into. They landed in a heap, knees down, bodies making a sort of pyramid. They died that way. Artrix was pulled back, choking to death while having all three pointy things in him. Datton jumped up to a mast and put the noose around it and then he kicked the mast up as high as it could go. Artrix's feet left the ground. " And Artrix's left the arena!" Datton yelled. "Come see death!" As he swung Artrix, Datton turned around, jumped down and just found either arrow, sword, or knife on Artrix's body and sometimes combos of the three in pairs. He also removed the sword totally and the knife at the same time, changing places. Finally as Artrix swung, with each swing, he gasped a new gasp, sometimes a fem yell, sometimes a more masculine yell, usually when a new place was found to be stuck in. Datton left him hanging there dead with the arrow in him only. He puffed. His bloodlust sated. He turned to go back to Drake but Nobi was there. "I ON THE OTHER HAND DON'T DIE THAT EASILY!!!!!" Nobi had a curved gladiator sword in his hand and he aimed the point at Datton's belly button. "You gotta be shittin me! You don't?" "NO!" Nobi plunged and missed. Datton moved aside and put his head onto Nobi 's shoulder. "Didn't know you cared!" Datton snipped.
"I don't die that easily! Don't die that...dieth....." "You don't diet? You look fit enough. Not a bit of fat there on this nice old bod of yours!" Datton took the sword from Nobi's hand and leaned back, his pelvis on Nobi's torso and he shoved the sword into Nobi's bare nice belly button and shoved, "Don't die that easily? Oh no? You look like you do!" Nobi moaned. "You bastard!" "Tell ya what though! You look good doing it so easily! OKAY NOW STAY DOWN DEAD!" Datton shoved Nobi and left the sword in him, "I love those blue eyes of yours. Remind me of mine!" Nobi moaned and grabbed at the sword with one hand and held his side with the other. Then he kicked several times, tightening his belly and untightening. When it untightened for the last time, Nobi knew he'd be out of this life. Datton watched every moment of Nobi's agony and grunting force to remain alive. Datton looked at Atol crying over Tuatha's body. A gentle breeze blew his long blond hair as he went over to Atol weaponless. "Go ahead," Atol looked up at him, tears all over his face. Dripping. "Kill me too." "No, you...you never killed anyone have you?" Datton wondered what that was like. Not to kill anyone...ever. "No," Atol stated, "But I will kill you if I can get a chance." "You won't." Datton said, "Get up---come on." "No!" Datton grabbed him and shoved him up, a hand on his arm, "Get up! Come on, don't make me hurt you!" Datton tied him up to the mast pole. "That'll keep you." Someone who looked like Matthew Lawrence tied to the mast, his magnificent torso shivering with uncontrollable grief at the loss of his gladiator lover.
As the wind continued to blow, Datton calmed down. Every one of the aggressors was dead now. Datton went back to check Drake. He got under Drake again and soon put Drake's eyelids down. "Atol...Atol??? Damn it!" He got out from under Drake's head and back and slowly laid Drake down again. "I'm sorry Drake..I'm so sorry...but there's another one alive..." "Atol, don't. You don't have to kill them. I won't hurt you. I lost it, I killed without thinking..." Atol raised his sword higher, "I...I am not afraid of you. If I kill them--you will be enraged enough to fight me so I can prove..." Datton laid his spear down carefully, "Atol, I..won't kill you no matter what. "They'll kill us. You know the rules." "I don't care about that!" "Then it's all over, Atol. Almost everyone else IS dead, VERY dead, and you don't have to prove anything to anyone, especially not me." "SHUT UP!" Atol went to thrust but stopped, "I'm not afraid. I am not afraid of you or any of them!" "You couldn't help them," Datton recalled, "I might have hurt you then if you had tried. You would have thrown your life away if..." Datton wondered. Had he ever given anyone this kind of mercy??? He thought not. He tried to remember faces of those he killed in the past. He found a few came to mind's eye. "You don't even have to prove anything to yourself..."
"SHUT!" Atol ran at Datton, unable to kill the little boys, who screamed. Datton in a flash swerved his sword into Atol's sword. Atol's sword dropped to one side and plopped uselessly onto the bed. Atol backed up to the wall. "Very well, slay me warrior." "No, Atol," Datton lowered his own blade point to his knees, "I will not. There has been enough slaying." "Don't cheat me! I am not afraid. I am not afraid." Atol whispered, "I am not afraid. I am not." He lunged forward at Datton.
Atol bent his knees and ploughed his own trunk onto the point of Datton's sword which was slightly arched out from the blond boy's knees. It was enough. Atol impaled himself on the sword, a thick sounding scrunch of meat on metal, his own knees on the wooden floor now. Datton gasped, his tiredness of this violence, "Ohh, No, Atol! No!" "You see, warrior," winced Atol, "I am not afraid." "No, you are not," Datton swallowed, sickened of violence, "I do see that now. We, I think, were once friends...I think I told you I would protect you..." "Enemies now is all that matters...." Atol closed his eyes, "Enemy, show me...mercy in a way that they can accept. That you can..." "No," Datton puffed, "You are not badly wounded. You will live." Atol quickly reached up, grabbed the hilt of Datton's sword, and jerked it down deeper into his belly. CRUNCH of meat sound. He laughed out a moan of pain. "No, I will not," he gasped, feeling the blade slide past his backbone and out his back, the point on a downward angular slide. "I am not afraid to die. Was this with honor?" Datton answered, looking at Atol directly, "Yes, much honor." "Do what you have to." Datton did the Bakar, a ritual death of honor. It was a stab to the navel, a zigzag down to above the lowest of low and then unplugging it and a final stab back to the navel again. Atol remained alive a few seconds after Datton unplugged the belly. He looked happily at Datton, then tried to hold his belly together and live long enough to thank him but instead he gurgled and fell to his side, then onto his stomach, his eyes closing slowly. "He said he would protect me. You said you would protect me. A man should not need protecting in this land...live or...die on own...meritahhhh..." Datton said, "Die." Atol's body was just stopping its quivering as Datton regained his mind and senses. Datton ran to Drake. He found Drake holding a butchered belly. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you..." "No matter. We are enemies after all in reality..." "You wouldn't have killed me." "No. Orders are to bring you back to my masters. But first to get out of here." "I don't think you...or I, are getting out of here." "I am. The way you think. You must do what you have longed to do since we met ..." Datton took a sword and stabbed him in the belly, over and over again. Drake shook and yet he didn't die so easy. Datton reached into the wound and took out intestine and wrapped it around Drake's neck and pulled it with both hands in opposite directions. Drake fell dead soon enough. Datton looked around. Everyone was now dead. He ran at the gladiator walls and jumped up at the masters. Arrow boys perched on the walls, took pleasure in extending their firing arm as they pulled arrow to bow. Five arrows shot into Datton's bare belly button and he fell into the arena. He leaned up to try to stand but he fell back and tried to pull the arrows out. He leaned up and strained again and again but finally, he succumbed. He lay still and dead soon enough. "I told you. The clones are just not stable enough yet," one of the arena masters said to another, "They just don't have that blood lust remaining. It burns out quickly..." "Yes, and they switch sides too easily. But demon brothers and Savages from the jungles, and Gator Boys will be true to their natures. I guess it is back to the drawing board, however, they do put on a good show." "I think it is time to see if the originals will fight just as well with blood lust and not go back and forth from peace to blood lust..." "I am also concerned about the memories they hold from the originals...we shall have to find something to do about that..."