You began to understand why some people enjoyed the sport. The art was in controlling the bull. Making it run around you as if you, the matador, had toro in a trance.
After piecing some shallow spears into the bulls back the matador would then dance around the bull a few more times, tiring it to walking pace. The final step has been reached. The matador is handed the killing sword. He stands tall, pointing the steel just past toros head. He swiftly steps towards the bull with his cape pointing down to open up the strike zone; in the junction between the bulls shoulder blades and neck. The sword approximately half a metre long is to pass diagonally into toro to severe the aorta causing immediate death. The matador would sometimes miss and be booed by the crowd. Sometimes it would enrage the bull and try to seek revenge seen here. The bull fighter was lifted up into the air and slammed on the ground. Toro was unsuccessful in killing his adversary.
After seeing the first bull get slaughtered you understood why people hated the sport. Many people left the arena after the first kill, it was too much to bare. Another 5 more bulls came out and one after another, they were taken through the process. Only one bull didn't qualify. It kept falling over when it went to charge. The unentertained crowd booed the poor performance. A farmer then stepped out into the arena and guided the bull off.
Overall an unforgettable experience. Something that I wouldn't see again and don't condone.
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