Vega
He put his hand to the side and smiled brightly as he landed on the ground. He was trailing against the earth, addressing his foe, no, the entire audience, with a voice that needed no microphone to boom once he stopped.
"O wretched creature, who made so many men taste their hearth under your horn! I will admit, of all the beasts i fought in the corrida, you are the one who had the most guts! Today, I shall offer you a parting gift!"
For it will part you. Part of you here, part of you there, part of you.... way over there, splattered on that wall. Ufufufufu~
And with that, while the bull blotted the sun, he smashed the earth under his heel once more and rose to the heavens. The beast thought it would never fall, and it was right. For today, it would fly, cut down a thousand times! He would never let the creature or his own body touch the ground.
Another slash came, and pierced its eye as a sword lodged into it. Then its hip. THen its lung. Then its leg. Cheek. Tail. Snout.
Petals sprayed onto the earth like red snowflakes, yet not a single one touched his body. He just kept hopping off the walls of the coliseum, never reaching the bottom. Instead, rising higher, higher, higher! For five entire minutes, the creature struggled in the air while he drove it to dance higher and higher.
How strange. No matter how ugly, one's blood was always beautiful. In the end, the red rain formed the shape of a heart on the scorching earth of the coliseum. And still, there were no signs of it stopping. It was too fast, too overwhelming, and yet the beast would not die. INstead, it would keep cutting open, and rise, rise, rise-
Until it shone under the sun, under Vega, who loomed over it to lodge yet another sword in its body. 47 had entered its body so far, yet it would not die. Not yet.