Man on an island, day 359

I feel the knife's rough leather handle in my hands, I smell the blood soaked crimson sand of the arena and I see the crowd screaming but I don't hear a word their saying. I am suddenly alone in my world, just me and my thoughts. I'm sorry Haley, I'm breaking my promise to you again today. I look  up with steel bound eyes as I see the giant charge at me, he stabs at me as I twirl away and strike him with the knife handle behind the head! He lets out a demonic scream and starts slashing at me! I jump back...too late! His knife nicks my shoulder, the teeth cutting cruelty into naked flesh, blood streams from the gaping wound down my arm. He goes for the killing blow but I duck as he passes by, I catch his Achilles tendon and cut it clean off! He screams like a wounded animal and collapses into a heap. I walk closer to the now pathetic pile in front of me...this man is not just a warrior, he is a slave! then I look up to the baying crowd and I see the chief sitting up top. He motions for a throat cut... I look at my stained knife, I twirl it in my hand and then I throw it....Right into the Chief's chair, missing his head by millimetres! He looks on in horror as I walk over to the fallen man and I offer him my hand...Up you get big fella. There wll be no more bloodshed today! A silence falls on the village as I mention for them to open the gate and we start walking out...