These two were Duncan and Danny.
The moment claw saw them, he frowned tightly.
However, it was not just them.
Another two set of twins suddenly appeared.
This made Clawed very angry.
These were the so called brothers he was looking for.
He now had all of them in one place.
Naturally, he rushed at them, grabbing Duncan and Danny in each hand.
Nobody has seen how he moved.
This included Lenny.
One moment he was at the other end and the next, two necks were in his hands.
However, before he could squeeze tight enough, he heard lady Vinegar's Voice.
"Brother Clawed this still remains neutral ground as regards my birthday celebration." Her voice was light and not commanding, but there was a firmness to it that one could not just resist.
"You all gave me your word that they will be no violence here. Or are you saying that your word can not be trusted?"
Hearing her say what she did, he released both of them.
*Clap!*
She clapped her hands pull their attention to her.
"I am sure the deal has not changed. Please, let's enjoy the show."
While all this was happening Lenny had a million questions.
As one would guess, he decided to bug the Magistri.
"What deal!?"
The Magistri was already used to this and answered.
Lady Vinegar's Beauty is renowned thst her brothers all made an agreement.
According to the standing agreement between the children of the governor, whosoever remained last got to have their sister's Chasity as part of the reward.
Although it might not seem like it.
But even in Demon culture, Chasity was heavily valued.
Lady Vinegar was pure in every sense of the word.
Aside climbing the seat of governor, one would have the privilege of having her as bride.
This also fueled the competition to much greater heights.
Hearing this made Lenny raise a brow.
Although he was not too surprised about the incest thing. After all, even from the Arena, it was rampant.
There were gladiators that exchanged pints to have their own mothers.
What really impressed him was how opened there were about the matter.
Also, there was another thing.
Even though Lady Vinegar had been talking with her brothers, he couldn't help but think maybe her eyes was him all this while.
A part of him thought it might be his imagination after all, she still had a veil on. He decided to dimiss the thought from his mind.
However, she suddenly turned to Basket face nudging him to continue.
Basket face bowed in her direction.
Clawed and his other brothers although at one another's necks, had come for their sister birthday.
This was neutral ground.
They all took their various seats.
With their crew of demons standing about them.
Basket face waved his hand and a portal appeared before the gladiators.
It was a very wide pinkish portal.
It reminded Lenny of the kind he had seen at the Magistri's office except it was much bigger.
"Each gladiator is to use whatsoever means necessary to win this event. As it is a competition, everything is allowed."
Lenny listened attentively to the rules.
Then again, with what he had just heard, this competition was as good as not having rules.
Demons suddenly walked up to the gladiators holding some bags.
"What are these?" Lenny asked.
"There are all seeing bat eyes," A222 answered, "they are categorized as leveless beasts. Since gladiators will be the only ones alooed into the dungeon, the audience here will use this as a means of watching our progress."
"Hmm!" Lenny nodded.
"The aim of this tournament is to finish off the boss of the dungeon and bring back his core." Basket face added, "Remember, as part of the rewards for this event, gladiators may decide to serve under the governor's house."
All was said and done.
It was time to kick start the event.
The gladiators progressed into the the portal.
Lenny felt that stomach turning feeling he had felt the last time.
Although it was not as bad as the first time, it still made him feel sick, and he had the urge to vomit by the side.
He was not the only one.
This included the other gladiators around him.
The Magistri patted him on his shoulder.
"Didn't I tell you, you'll have to get used to that!"
Lenny shrouded his arm off as he resisted the urge to smack him.
The Magistri chuckled a bit, "gather round!" He ordered, "we are here!"
It was at this point that Lenny looked before him.
Just ahead of them was a very big hollow cave.
It was hundreds of feet high and hundreds of feet wide.
It looked dark, and unfriendly.
All around it and them was just desert.
No matter the direction Lenny looked, all he could see was a desert.
The wind was breezy and quite hot.
However, it felt as if the heat came more from the cave than from the sun.
From where they stood, they could already see gladiators rushing for the dungeon.
Lenny frowned at this, but he was not in a hurry.
He understood that when it came to warfare, first to reach dis not mean first to finish.
Besides, they did not yet know what they were going to be up against.
"When you get into the Dungeon, the bat eyes will naturally be released to explore the cave, and track you. Remember, everything you do will be seen by the audience back at the Arena. This is a Devil Dungeon. Remember, they always fight in groups. If you underestimate these things, pain will be the least of your worries. But more than anything, please remember that the true danger in the dungeon are not the devil's."
The Magistri smiled at them, "I hope to receive news of your victory. When you come out, I shall be here to receive you."
After saying all that he would, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the portal.
The moment he left, A222 suddenly stepped forward, "I know many of us don't get along here, but if we are to win this thing, we would have to work together. On that note, I believe introductions are in other."
However, as she talked, two B class Gladiators in their group turned to leave.
One was a really big and bold looking man, while the other was an averagely built guy.
"Where are you going?" A222 asked.
The Big gladiator paused and turned to her.
"If this was back in the order of Gladiators, your orders mean something. But out here, even with your class being higher than ours, I rather lock a demons asshole than take orders from a woman!"
The other B class Gladiator laughed as they both walked away.
Lenny squint his eyes at this.
He really was not of the opinion of having teammates, but with the kind of ability that A222 had, he thought it wiser to use them.
Thinking this far, he suddenly moved.
*PIERCE!!!*
Both B rank gladiators paused and looked attheur chests and then at one another.
There was a hand in both their chests.
*Cough!* They coughed out blood as they tried to turn and look.
Lenny's hands were inside their chests.
Lenny pulled hard, and their spinal cords were pulled out of their backs.
The sudden turn of events took everyone by surprise.
Lenny turned to the other gladiators on his team, "ladies and gentlemen, this is a note worth lesson to everyone, if you are not useful to us, then you are useless!"
With this simple action, Lenny had quenched the idea of rebelling against the group as a whole.
Meanwhile, back in the Arena, the audience watched the latest development in surprise.
The fight with the devils had not eveb started and Lenny had already started butchering.
He had killed two of his own teammates for that matter.
Basit seating not so far away from Cuban suddenly burst into a loud laugh.
"See that! Your gladiator does not even know the difference between his own teammates and the devils."
He mocked Cuban with his laugh.
However, Cuban did not retort. Rather, he frowned in his seat.
All he did was look towards the Magistri, who smiled in his direction.
Cuban could see the confident expression on the magistri's face.
That was all the convincing he needed.
The Magistri did not judge Lenny for what he had done one bit.
After all, he could understand.
As gladiators, their enemy in the Dungeon was not just the devil's but also other gladiators.
If the other gladiators were to capture the two that deserted the group, the result would be devastating.
After all, information about the group could be extracted.
In his opinion, the Magistri thought what Lenny did was the convincing less evil.
The first blood had been drawn. The crowd raged in their excitement.
After all, nothing beat a good old fashioned backstabbing.
In his excitement, Basit turned to Cuban.
"Why don't we have another wager?"
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