Hotpants' helmet comes crashing to the floor from the tremendous strike of the bosses’ sword. Staggered and bedazed as he was, he used the wall behind him to stay on his feet, barely aware of his friends, prepared to defend him. Hotpants’ head still spun, unable to focus his vision. A blow like that would have put any lesser warrior on the ground. But Hotpants’ tenacity would not allow him to give his opponent that pleasure. The pause has been long, and the fatal blow expected, has not yet fallen. ‘Who are these? Oh. My friends! Where am I again? ‘The din of the crowd was deafening. ‘What is this? Strangers on the arena floor? This is unprecedented! Do they not know the penalty for defying the laws of Tradertown? And the authority of the Boss himself? When the boss laid eyes on the trio before him, his arms dropped, the tip of his sword, touching the ground. Astonishment! Shock! Surprise! The Boss was stunned, and only stared at the three, standing before him, prepared to suffer any fate, for the loyalty of their friend. At the sight of this, the crowd fell silent. You could hear a pin drop from across the way. Then, a shout from the farthest corner. ‘FINISH THEM!’ then, another, and another! Until the whole dome was chanting: ‘FINISH THEM! FINISH THEM! FINISH THEM!’ Yet, the Boss did not, only standing there, stunned as he was. ‘What the hell is going on?’ Tune in next time.
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