Willow felt her vision fading slightly, growing a little darker as she tryed to breath but couldn't. The boy's grip tightened more and for a moment she thought he was going to break her neck, but then some noises came and she was dropped, falling like a rag doll on the floor, coughing and wheezing, trying to stop the pain coming from her throat and wind pipe. This was the worse eeling she had ever had, bt she wold have to deal with it if she was going to make it out of the arena.
Three cannons sounded. Three more deaths. It was kind of hard to picture. She couldn't imagine that Daniel boy killing anyone. But it seemed that he had, since she heard his voice in her ear, asking her if she was okay. She slowly sat up, her head spinning and spots in her vision, "I...I think so. Nothing perminant I hope." With his help, she stood, and frowned, "Wait...three left...that means me...you....and the vampire? Right?"