Richard rebounded off the wall and tackled Justine he pinned her down and put his arm around he throat. "I'm sorry. I'll tell your friends you said goodbye." He said, pulling on her neck until he heard a sickening cracking sound. Richard stood up and walked a few steps away, then he fell to his knees and threw up. He stood up and tried to walk out of the ring but he had to sit down and let himself cry. "I just wanted to help. I didn't want it to end like this."
When Justine looked at Richard's dead body she noticed that she was only attacking his shirt. Richard stood behind Justine and snapped her neck again. Then he picked up her knife and finished the job by slashing her windpipe and stabbing the knife into her heart. He sat next to the body and made sure she didn't get back up. "You got your wish... A fight to the death. Was it worth it?" He shouted at the second hand.
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Richard sat and stared at Justine's body. He watched the color drain from her face. He was angry with himself for having to resort to this end. He took a deep breath. "This shouldn't have happened. I never should have tried to bluff my way through the fight." He felt a tear run down his cheek. "I'm sorry... This is all my fault." He picked up Justine and began to carry he out of the ring. He turned to the second hand. "I am going to give this girl and honorable burial, I would appreciate it if you would be the one to give the sermon." Richard said coldly, staring at the second hand hatefully.