The echoing yell, metals banging and clashing, and the scent of blood pervaded the inside of the huge colosseum. These piercing noises and scent wasn't new to those who had lived in the colosseum, but tonight, it wasn't out of entertainment.
The cries, sweat, blood, and tears were coming from their fiery desires for freedom. The thick walls that had kept their cries and screams a secret from the outside world wouldn't be enough anymore.
Claude led the group, opening the other cells, and giving everyone the option to come with him out of this hellhole. Those who were able and sick of these sick games either assisted Claude from fighting; some of them helped those injured and unable to escape.
There wasn't any planning that happened. Claude didn't waste his time briefing everyone.
The goal was simple, after all. They had to get out of here. This opportunity wouldn't come again, and that was definitely true.