Fight to Live. Live to Fight (Accepting)

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"There's a difference between psychotic and violent, boy." Atella growled, slowly walking towards him with the dagger still in hand.

"I'm the latter."  

[Zahzi]

All of the gladiators then pulled out their own blades...  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Really now? This fair fellas?" Atella grunted, setting aside her dagger.

"Last I checked, I was only fighting one of you..." She growled, slowly stepping back, but not in retreat. She was picking up her own swords, which had been left with the other training weapons. She never even bothered picking them up today, due to her arm injury.  

[Zahzi]

"Yeah? You attack one of us, you attack ALL of us!"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Such companionship... Yet I bet any one of you would sell another out for the right price. Women, money, freedom, glory..."  

[Zahzi]

"Lady, if you think our loyalty is THAT fragile, you're drunk or something!"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"And what exactly could you guys have to bring so close together? Your pathetic fear of Krom?"  

[Zahzi]

"No. We're trying to SURVIVE here!"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Well perhaps if you idiots weren't Gladiators, your need to survive wouldn't be so strong, eh?"  

[Zahzi]

"You think any of us had a choice!?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Some of you had to. Divinious seriously couldn't have composed an entire team of ex-cons."  

[Zahzi]

"We were either Ex-cons or Slaves to be fed to the Beasts." one growled.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

".............There's something wrong with Divinious..." Atella groaned, slumping over.  

[Zahzi]

"YOU'RE JUST NOW FIGURING THIS OUT!?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Well, he's a bit on the odd-ball side but I thought it was because he's old..."