~Grace~
I wasn't stupid to fight against that husky prisoner. In a bloody war, how you survived doesn't matter ... what matters is that you do survive, so I left it to him.
I'd bristled with indignation, thinking it an insult at the time. But after seeing Angel Russo take off the head of another without even trying — that too, with an ordinary steel blade — I realize I wasn't foolish.
I am prey. And the same goes for others who wish to live. The crates weren't even up to half of the people present. Obviously they don't intend to have up to half of us alive till two.
The crowd suddenly starts to cheer and my eyes sweep around to see Knox holding a fucking beheaded body up. He grabs the owner's tag and heads for the center outside the Arena with three others who have successfully gotten their tags.
I'd successfully gotten my hands on a container and just before my hands could swipe a tag, a heavy axe almost chopped it off.
