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Grian watch as Scar stored all his armour in his inventory, lighting the only exit from the ring of cactus with fire. Ghost's chanted haunted whispers and then the final fight started, a fight between partners to the end.
A fight between lovers.
As Scar and him punched eachother and ran around, Grian couldn't help but find that laugh infectious. Scar, even though he was losing; was laughing. Grian ended up throwing the final punch, and Scar fall to ground, sand clouding underneath him.
"Oh Scar, I'm so-..I'm so sorry..." He knelt beside him, gently lifting Scars limp hand to his lips so he could kiss each knuckle.
After mourning the loss of someone he cared so deep for, Grian stood and walked to Pizza's grave. That llama Scar had fought so hard for, that they both loved so deeply. Grian ran a hand over the tombstone as he walked past it to the cliff.
He grabbed their banner, raised it high for all the ghosts and watchers to see. He had won the game that forced him and his friends to fight to the death all for the watchers enjoyment.
With one final glance at their home, and at Scars body, Grian took a step forward and fell off the cliff, clutching the banner close as he hit the ground.