The Twelfth Match

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Characters: Damon, the Fifth Doctor, Spectators
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The twelfth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.

The king glanced over the arena. He did not step onto the ledge but rested his hands on it, observing the two combatants step in and betraying nothing in his expression. He said, “Damon, Doctor. May yours be an honourable fight.”

The sand started falling as the king returned to his throne. Then, the king muttered something, defeat ringing in it like the toll of a church bell: “If honour can be found here.”

His face thrown full in shadow by the angle of his hat, the liar offered his king a plate of chocolate treats. Disconsolate, both king and liar looked away from the fight.

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Damon walked into the arena, holding a staser somewhat awkwardly. The thought of shooting himself with it still terrified him, but he had already failed to stop the Doctor's execution once before. He couldn't do it again. Besides...he'd made a promise to the TARDIS.

He glanced up at the Emperor's box, but unfortunately Weber was looking away. Perhaps that was for the best.