Despite the men trying to calm Danning's tongue, the man was as stubborn as ever and chains would not get in the way of his heart, of his faith. And when the fighting stopped suddenly, the crowd grew silent.
And at that moment, Danning was anything but, as he shouted, "DO YOU NOT SEE THE WRONGNESS OF THIS FIGHT!? TO PIT A MAN OR WOMAN AGAINST ANOTHER MAN FOR SPORT, FOR BLOOD IS SIN! SIN AGAINST OUR OWN! SIN AGAINST OUR GOD AND THE PATH OF THE GOOD! DO NOT LET YOURSELF BE SWAYED AND TEMPTED BY GREED AND LUST, FOR THOSE WILL CONDEMN YOU NOT ONLY IN THIS LIFE, BUT THE NEXT!"
By this time, the crowd was growing irate, beginning to shout and boo- and throwing rotten fruit at the preaching preacher, and at the women who simply stopped their fight. And the entire place was beginning to chant, calling for blood.
Danning felt overwhelmed, as if he were drowning in a sea of fools. Did they not see what they were doing? Did they not fear the consequences? And when the men tried to detain him, Danning fought back, struggling against the chains when one of the men lost his footing in the struggle, and fell down the steep steps of the arena, where he tumbled and his body cracked off the hard stone steps until he fell to a rest at the feet of those sitting on the last of the risers...
Where he was now bleeding..
And dead.
Things went quiet again,a nd soon all heads were turning towards the 'slave'- and before Danning knew it, someone yanked his chain and shoved him forward.
"Move along slave. For your transgressions, you will die in the arena you so much loath."