When Crusher had saved Lenny's life, the two of them had to circum navigate through a longer route before coming back to et up with his gladiator friends.
Within that long ti he was gone, one of the Preying mantis Insects had discovered the hiding points of the Gladiators and relayed the ssage to Old man Buckle.
Insect B was injured and in her angered state, she wanted nothing more than to kill the Gladiators. However, Old man Buckle had advised against it.
Instead, he made a deal with the Gladiators, guarantying their lives if they led Crusher and Lenny to him.
The Deal was struck and the gladiators seeking freedom from this hell hole chose to side with old man Buckle and Insect B.
Then again, this was the post apocalypse. Friendships were very strong bonds, but that also ant that Betrayal hurt just as much. And in all honesty, it happened a lot of the ti. Of course the reason for this was simply because benefits may align for a while and then take a different direction along the way.
These n were tired of running and hiding. The freedom they sort after escaping the Arena was not what they thought it would be.
Of course, it was fun initially, but a life in the Arena was looking far better than this dump they were living in.
At least there, they was constant food and they had ti to themselves as long as they made their demon masters satisfied.
It was true. These n preferred the Slavery they had always known for most of their lives over the hard freedom they had always sort after.
However, that life was no longer theirs to enjoy.
The punishnt for escaping the Arena was nothing nice. It was death accompanied by incredible pain and suffering.
for this reason, they had no choice but to settle for what they could get, which was the freedom from the Chira ant caves, and if sacrificing just one person to see that happen was what needed to be done, then so be it.
"Crusher, you have to forgive us. Its for a good cause!" one Gladiator inford him.
Crusher coughed up so blood, while old man Buckle Laughed loudly.
This was just as he had expected things to go.
Lenny sighed at this. Such was the way of human beings. This was just one of their many failures as a specie.
Sacrificing a friend or loved one for a particular reason and convincing one's self that it was for a good cause.
This outco as far as Lenny was concerned, was not all that surprising.
Many tis in his line of work, many people had to work with had Betrayed him, and them he. It was just the way the ga worked.
By now, Giant Preying Mantis insects were already gathering around the place.
these were not the younger looking type that Lenny was used to killing.
They were the grown type. The ones that had black and red Carapace.
Forrly, Lenny could not see their stats, but now that his strength had been multiplied several tis, he could now see it.
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As the ever familiar tune of alerts played in his head, Lenny had already waved his hand in the direction of the other Gladiator.
This one was the one with only one hand.
Amongst the three gladiators, he was the only one still remaining.
A piecer blade was let out, and it zipped through the air, right for the man's throat.
However, the Gladiator leaned to the side and dodged. The knife only barely scraped past his neck.
He turned to Lenny's direction, "You missed!"
Lenny smiled, "are you sure," he pointed down words. There, a knife was heading for the Gladiator's chin.
See, while Lenny was taking advantage of the distraction, Crusher also did the sa thing.
He quickly removed the Blade that had been stabbed into his body. He used it as a weapon and sliced off his own hand that old man Buckle was holding, right from the elbow down.
This had taken old man buckle by surprise.
Of Course, Crusher could have just tried to cut off old man buckle's hand and not his. However, at this point, he was not at all sure what other thing was inside the old man's body, and was not willing to risk it.
That was why he cut his own hand.
He imdiately did a quick forward roll at exactly the sa ti that Lenny threw his knife.
Just as Lenny pointed to him, he had already stabbed the gladiator in the throat with the sa knife he had used to cut his own arm.
The gladiator gagged a bit before he fell to the ground, never to rise again.
Lenny looked at the dead man and sighed.
That was such a waste of good life Essence that could improve his strength. But anyways, it was needed. Especially because of what was going to co next.
Crusher tightened the muscles in his arm and the blood stopped bleeding.
He stood to his feet beside Lenny.
Now, it was both of them Versus old man Buckle and the swarm of Preying Mantis Chira ant....
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