He barely got a moment to breath before Nemean's shrill voice bounced through the arena. Great. As if I wasn't dealing with enough already. Maybe his opponent would fall victim to the hazards before he did? At this point, that seemed to be his only hope.

Then darkness swathed the arena, and any chance of dodging the incoming danger was left up to chance and sheer luck. He could hear, faintly through the roar of the crowd- the thuds of objects hitting the floor. The ground shook, and not quite knowing whether it was Galleon or something else, and not wanting to take the chance, he ran.

He wheezed with effort, trying to muster one last spurt of speed to dodge any oncoming danger. His vision would've clouded with tears if he could've seen much of anything. Something knocked into him, causing him to stumble, and he heard Galleon. "No!" He replied, though it was more of a cough than speaking.

He knew at this point, if he stopped, there was no getting back up again.

So even though his body begged for rest, he continued. He would not go out without a fight, so fight he intended to do- even if he was banking on the hazards to finish his opponent for him. Caves knows he couldn't do much to them- especially at this point.

So, while it would be generous to call it 'running' he kept moving. Hoping against hope to avoid the falling hazards and hidden deathtraps now bombarding the arena.

His heartbeat pounded so hard it was hard to focus. He stumbled once, and then twice. The third time, he struggled to his feet.

He stood still just long enough for a stray concession stand to crush him like an bug under a rock. It was gruesome, and hilarious (to some) but thankfully, quick. He had barely a second to register the crushing pain before it all went dark.

At last, gemstone consumed him.