You don't enjoy this enough.
It was unfair
There is a moment in my mind when I visualize the Coliseum battles of ancient Rome. I see a poor, starving, sickened Christian. Moments ago thousands cheered as his brothers died. He is scared, unarmed, and helpless.
There is the lion. Mighty. Pristine. Proud.
The fight favors and blesses no one. The feeble Christian knows death, through excruciating pain, is imminent. All he can do is face it bravely. The lion, if pressed, can run 50 miles per hour over a short burst. Its jaws can bite with the force of 1,000 psi.