It feels as if I don't have control over my body. Making uncounscious movements that I would have avoided if I were conscious due to the low chances that they might work. But the laugh and tears of pain were taking the lead of this race. 

The more the vigilantes hurted my body after destroying spots of the armor protecting me, the more the sudden movements of my body were. I would be lying if I say lost count of the seconds transcurred. 

The thing about going berserk is that you don't know when to stop, no matter what and how much damage you receive, and once it is over all the laughs and giggles will become screams of pain. All the lost blood, all the open wounds, will hit on a single minute or even second. The pain will make me colapse, leaving me vulnerable, not that I am much of invulnerable right now.

Penetrant eyes were watching me from all directions. From above, the massive Demon seeing how the creature was "fighting" with the vigilante, and at his left the Prince seeing how "I" jump from there to there, with my tongue moving like a fly. 

One of the vigilantes hits me on the stomach with a mase.

-HAH! Look, he's flying! 

Crap... I can't... Stop moving. 

My body throws itself to the closest vigilante after grabbing the knife back, one which resalted between the others for the lack of weapons. 

The vigilante gives a little jump with the arm high and with the fist clenched. My arm raises and the knife gets closer to its stomach, I could feel and hear how it slowly penetrated its armor, but I couldn't go deeper because he landed the hit on my eye. 

The others vigilantes ran to me, one grabs the axe on the sand and throws it again while running at me with the same brand of knife I have between my fingers. 

I grab myself from the vigilante's armor and with all the strength I have, I pull him to me. The vigilante who threw the axe stops himself, seeing his friend falling into the sand while sparkles comes out from his throat, where the axe landed. 

He's agozinating, but instead of finishing him, I get up and before the vigilantes could wake up from their sorrow, I run to the closest one again. The vigilante who threw the axe ignores the danger sensors, he keeps staring at how his friends agonizes while seeing him directly at his eyes, begging him to to something to help cure the wound.

The knife cuts the head of the vigilante as if it only were ice. 

-The Prince team gains 275 points!- The crowd gave a loud scream-

The vigilante rapping stops.

-Concurrent number 1 has 15 seconds before concurrent number 2 wins automatically!- The Demon screams  from above. 

-14!- The crow followed.

The vigilante holding the mallet runs to me. After he did the jump I pass below him and drag myself as fast as possible- 

-13!

-AGH!

-12!

After succesfully stabbing the knee of one vigilante, the one with the malle grabs me by the right foot and hits me against the sand, then throws me to another vigilante to his right. My back breaks at the moment this one hits me with his punch, then he throws me to another vigilante with a sword.

-11!

-It is taking you quiet the time to make it fear.- The Prince say.

-But of course. What is the point of having a battle when you already know who's gonna win?- The Demon says calmly.

-10!

-Alright people! Let's get things more entertaining! 

-9!

A tentacle broke the wood from the wall and stabbed the vigilante who was beating me down. I fall to the sand and before my head was smashed with a mallet, oil fell on my body. The rest of the vigilantes were killed one by one by the tentacles, each one tried to avoid the death of the other, but only ended with the samy fate, leaving only one alive without counting the one singing...

-... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!- Frozen by the scene, the vigilante, before his head got smashed by a Bull Demon, which jumped inmediatly to where he came from. He, for last, glared at the last vigilante who was only seeing his friends corpses lying on the sand.

The crowd kept cherishing the large Demon as the corpse of the vigilante singing touched the ground. This one only stood up and raised his arms, and the crowd became louder.

-By definition, the Prince's team wins due to majority of points!- The crowd started to boo him. -Ah! But maybe we could do a Golden Round! If the monster manages to kill the human and the knight of the Prince, then he'll receive 1.000!...-

The humanoid Cat ran to the vigilante on four paws. This one answers raising his hand, holding a knife. The Cat stretched his arms and has the front paws ready to tear of the throat of the vigilante. As if something was calling me, not surprised, my body ran automatically to the vigilante. 

Everything feels as if it weren't happening in front me. As if I were only a meaningless snowflake... and so I was. The vigilante, with his left hand, threw at the Cat a part of his chest armor, and with the raised hand, he hitted me on the eye. 

I couldn't feel it, but... All of a sudden... I couldn't see anything that I could see with my left eye. 

The Cat was struggling. The strength the vigilante put on the launch, was incredibly high. The Cat was stuck against the wall, agonizating and glaring at the Prince, begging him to do something to stop the fight, otherwise, he'll only become a piece of flesh. 

Ahh... Ahh... 

It's getting hard to breath... I can't see anything... My eyes are covered in blood. I try to get up but my bones... They are killing me... 

Between opening and closing of my eyes, I see how the Cat dissapeared after separating himself into thousands of diminutes Cats, they inmediatly ran away through the holes of the wall. Letting only a piece of flesh that slowly dragged itself behind the vigilante, trying not to be noticed.

-The participant 2 from the Prince team gets disqualified! The last monster obtains 500 points!

Crap... 

The vigilante walks closer to me. Even with my eyes closed, I still see black... 

Without even complaining about my current situation, without even thinking about the fact that when I die, I'll come back as one of them. Only the thought of "I should have waited..." was on my mind... But, the more I thought about that, the fastest I forgot, something that could have ended with sorrow, continued with anger. 

The Demons... WON'T SHUT THEIR FUCKING MOUTH!

Like the piece of flesh or a worm. "I" drag myself out of the foot of the vigilante. With my eyes covered in blood and with burning my hand with the knife at its maximum level of heat, I get up with the help of my knee. 

The screams of the Demons dissapeared as my heart starts to go faster. 

I would be lying if I say it's easy to breath. I feel... how my ribs are perforing my lungs. 

-What are you fighting for?- The vigilante says calmly as he sees my legs trembles. -Do you even have someone to fight for? 

Before the vigilante could land his fist on my face, a wall of flesh formed on my face. Disgustingly, it became to create holes were Cats started to fall and run to the vigilante's leg wires, and between the spaces they had between each other, the Cats started to destroy them. 

Instead of doing something to them, he focused on me. He grabs me by my broken vest, throws me to the air and kicks me on the stomach. Sending me flying.

My body hits against the wood which avoids the Demons from above of falling down. I hear how it breaks along glass falling to the ground. 

The Demons are laughing, it feels like hell... Slowly and painfuly, I stop hearing my heart... Before... my eyes close... foricibly... I see how the Prince looks at me... then his face... gets distorted as he throws himself to the large Demon.