The Baker glared at Akira, "You don't want to do this!? I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS! I WAS A BAKER, YOU AT LEAST LOOK LIKE YOU COULD SURVIVE A FEW ROUNDS!" The baker continued rocking back and forth, as he was listening to Shah-Nahul, as he began nervously eyeing the other gladiator slaves. The other slaves glanced at him, also nervous. The pit was filled with tension, they did not know who would fall to depravity, and who would rise to great heights. One of the gladiators, a small hairy man, about 4'8 stared at Shah-Nahul as he picked out traces of snot from the left nostril of his snout.

"How long have you been here for?" The man pointed his bulbous left finger at Shah-Nahul, "I am curious, as we are all Battle-Brothers in this Hell-hole right?" He glanced around staring at the others with his beedy eyes. The other gladiator slaves began nodding at the man, rather timidly at first, but they were coming around and began nodding with gusto. The Baker began sobbing again, "I just want to see my children and wife again! WHY did I have to end up as a Gladiator Slave!?"