100 Word Stories - Where’s a Weak Spot When You Need One? (Repost from Facebook, 5 January 2010)

He was led, still shackled, from a bright anteroom into the darkened arena. The chanting of the crowd echoed off the walls; the combined din throbbed in Plaq’s ears. His eyes began adjusting to the dimness. His captors dimmed the lights for this death match for the benefit of his owl-eyed opponent. For sadistic aliens, these creeps were annoyingly even-handed about their ritual sacrifices. They had even given him gauntlets so he could grip his foe’s mucus-covered body. “OK,” Plaq thought, “so I can grab it; if I don’t find some kind of weak-spot soon, I’m toast no matter what.”

This was in response to the combo-prompt of "mucus" and "eyes like an owl" from the 100 Word Podcast Weekly Challenge #193 (Week of 1/3/2010).