It was clear Alvin and Clover were sizing each other up. Both of them were at 8 wins and still undefeated. It was only a matter of time before they would have to face off against each other. If the slavers and organizers of the arena were smart, it would be when they both had 9 wins. That way the winner would take all. They would also be able to be freed from the pits. Since we were in the predicament we were in, I guessed that we'd have to throw our support towards Clover when that time came. The way the humans would behave if Alvin won would be insufferable. Clover was unmoving and just stared at them. Camus was starting to get nervous again. Alvin smiled a bit wider and said "It's time for light's out. We'll be going for now. See you later." The two of them left and went to where they came from. Clover only gave us a sideways glance before going back himself. That was more than a little tense of a situation. We managed to get through it though. "Damn Humans! I'd rake their spines out if I got half the chance." Chonmo hissed. That was all that happened before the lights went out.
Greetings from the head slaver was not something I expected so early in the morning. "You five are going to be facing off against some of the other slaves today. I hope you're ready." he said. He said "some", but we were going up against a group of 6 professional gladiator slaves. Apparently, a few nobles from another city wanted to try their luck at the duchy capitol with his slaves. The fact that this was happening so soon could not be a coincidence. I looked around and I could see Camus and Alvin smiling maliciously at us. Of course they were behind this. I was not going to let them go unnoticed though. "I hope that you like Alvin's dick in your rump, Camus. Maybe you can tell us how it tasted when we come back." I shot at them directly. Camus bristled at the implication. "Shut the fuck up! You're not coming back alive, kitty boy!" he snapped in anger. Alvin just chuckled. He was not embarrassed in the slightest as everyone already knew how these things went. We were the opening round of the day and everyone in the stands were counting us out. It was certainly not looking good for us.
Hearing the starting horn go off, I charged the weakest looking one. It was all a big numbers game in the beginning. If we could snipe the weakest ones first, we could go ahead and gang up on the others that were left. We had the same agility advantage, but they had the better gear and weapons. We could not afford to get taken down. I could tell they meant business. These guys were not here to play around. They were here to win and make their masters a whole lot of money. As they should. I was locked in combat right away. Dodging and weaving back and forth allowed me to dodge his blade. I was relying on counterattacks with my spear to get me through. Even then, he was a very strong warrior. He was able to break my guard every so often and get a good hit in on me. Chipping away at him still meant that I was ahead. It was only a slight lead. I was able to get a critical hit on his arm when he overextended on an attack. It made him drop his sword and I kicked it away. From there, I was on the attack. I was able to kill him with the spear after a few of his blocks with the shield.
I sighed in relief quickly and moved on. Nuzri was in danger again. She was simply not cut out for this. Luckily, I was able to stab him in the ankles. That hobbled him and that was it. Nuzri was able to stab him in the chest with her sword as he stumbled forward. That was a critical hit, but it was not enough to kill him. We needed to stab him a few more times to make sure that he was really dead. From there, Anda and Fimzi were both in critical health and being beaten down by the gladiators. I went over to help Anda and Nuzri went to Fimzi. We double teamed them both and they went down after a while. Chonmo was able to take on his opponent on his own. There was not much to do after that. We finished off the survivors and were celebrated by some of the people in the crowds. Others just booed us. That was to be expected with the fact that we were demi-humans. The announcer called us by name, which was a good thing. After, we were let back into the pits. I made it a point to walk over to Camus and tell him to go fuck himself. He was still walking funny after his sexy time with Alvin.
