Date: Sun, 01 Jun 2008 15:59:19 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  32

The albino and mulatto archer boys were running out of arrows. Sole was
hitting their arrows with each move of his sword. Arrows which went sailing
into the normal guard men and boys, the trainers at the cells, and the
Thoros warriors in the arena and on the walls above. In addition, Pare and
Aoi were throwing the remaining weapons of Onoff, Rosado, and Justino into
the guards. Soft accepting bellies were plied by arrows, swords, spears,
knives, and the odd trident or two. Slave boys who had tried to take the
bodies before Trion was killed, could not get close to them for fear of
getting involved. They tried soon, only to find their naked bodies hit with
a variety of weapons, to join the bodies they wanted to hook and drag out
of the arena with their gleeful smiles at their grisly work.

"I'm almost out of arrows," the albino fired.

"Me too but he's using them to hit our own men," the mulatto sneered.

"They do die well, though, don't they?"  The albino smirked.

"Yeah, that they do," the mulatto laughed, "At least they do something
well."

"But...but we're next....!"

"No!"

A boy came up to them, curly haired, wide eyed with big brown-black eyes
and skinny muscles but a rounded stomach and big oval outtie which seemed
red and somewhat pushed in (perhaps by his fingers). He held a bunch of
arrows in a round cylinder, "Here...here's your new ammo!"  He smiled with
perfect white teeth. Just as the albino reached for the cylinder strap, a
knife hit the boy in his oval button. He lurched, "Ohhhhffffff."

The albino grabbed the strap, "Givemethat!"

The boy pulled back in his pain and as he did, the albino pulled, the force
of which sent the boy, jerking up and up and up...sent him over the side of
the slightly higher than the wall platform. The boy fell over and hit the
ground, stomach first so that the knife dug as deep as it could go, no hilt
to be seen now. The boy twitched in the arena amid other bodies...

Yule looked down, "They are killing all the guards and Thoros warriors
too!"

Using his sword, Sole hit an arrow that was shot by the albino and it flew
up at Yule. It missed and hit the chair near his head. Yule dove under the
throne, "Your highness, get down!"

Nolo, instead, felt up the sides of his belly button and pressed his
stomach on both sides of his navel, stretching it, "I wonder what it would
feel like to have one of those arrows land right in here..."  He closed his
eyes imagining.

The albino turned to the mulatto, "I'm out!"




"Me too!"  The mulatto yelled, "Down here, hide!"  The pair went down
behind the arena walls to a platform lower than the one they were on. A
stone wall hid them from view. Replacement archers took their spot and were
quickly assailed by the arms of the Trion warrior. A sword with arm
attached hit one of the replacement archer boys, who fell immediately. The
mulatto found the fallen cylinder, "We're in luck, look!"

"Great, load up!"  The albino gasped, "And hurry."

Aoi looked at Sole, "He can't hold those arrows off much longer."

"I know," Pare flung two Chinese swords that Justino formerly had. A
running Thoros warrior, racing at Sole from behind, took one in his stomach
and it went through the stomach out his back and into the dark skinned
regular guard behind him, who was also racing at Sole.

Sole's ribs on his right side were nicked by two arrows, "Guys! Hurry, the
plan, remember!"

Pare ran, taking another sword with him and raced to the cells area on one
side of the arena. Beni looked as Aoi came toward their side, "Time to go!"

Jolo opened up a small square door in the ground. "Get down there, I can't
lose you!"  Beni went down steps of stone. Jolo moved to close the door
when a large Thoros muscle man came up to the door.  "What are you doing?"

"Coming with you! I want out too! I don't wanna die!"

"You're a Thoros, you do what I want and want what I want! It's your job to
cover our retreat!"

"No!"

Jolo used his long thin sword to stab this Thoros in the gut and from below
as the muscled stomach was over him, hovering over as he was halfway down
the steps. Jolo sneered and shoved the thin sword in deep and unstuck the
giant guy. He shut the door and the Thoros fell on top of it, dying,
holding his bleeding guts, coming from his belly button. Aoi stepped on top
of him, found a guard being choked by the guys behind him in the
cell. These guys reached out and grabbed what they could of this
guard. "Keys!?"  Aoi asked.

"On his waist!"  Bazian yelled, holding the guy's ankles through the bars.

Aoi grabbed the keys and began to open the door, "Whoa, thanks...here's
your reward!"  Aoi shoved a knife from his loin cloth out of it and into
the guard, a non Thoros. The guard bent but as he did, he choked some
more. Aoi unstuck him and moved to the cell door.




At another cell door, the Thai boys behind the bars already had the guard
with the keys and were choking him--they had grabbed his neck from behind
and other boys grabbed the guy's legs and hips.. Four of their other guards
were hit by flying arrows and swords. They were sprawled, dying and
moaning. Another man, the trainer, a big Peruvian, musclebound steroid
head, with a crewcut and a half Mohican in the center of his dark hair,
turned and had a spear. "Get back! Get away from the door!"  He started
shoving the spear into the bars.

A Chinese boy had the key. He grabbed it from the struggling guard that was
being choked and began to open the door from the inside but the Peruvian
smiled and shoved a spear into him, deep. The Chinese boy dropped the keys
and bent over the spear, "Ohhhhhh" ing to his death.

"Oh no! My boyfriend!"  A redhead said, "What have you done to him!?"  He
saw the spear head pop out his lover's back and drip gore. The redhead
grabbed the tip and under the shaft broke it off, causing the falling
Chinese guy some more pain. Silky black hair waved as the Chinese boy fell.

Seeing revenge lust in the redhead's eyes, the laughing Peruvian moved away
but a new Thoros was there, "Balos, come on, we have to get away, you can't
stop them all but kill as many as you....CANNNNNNNNN!"  The redhead shoved
his arm out and stuck the spearhead into the Thoros belly. The guy spun
round, his hands on the spearhead and he fell...onto it and drove it in
deeper as he jerked and kicked.

Balos, the Peruvian reached for the fallen key but a Thai boy had scrambled
to it first, reaching out of the bars and he ran to open it. Balos turned
to run but saw an enraged Pare running toward him. He backed up and three
skinny, smooth skinned, loin cloth wearing Thai boys jumped on him. One was
on his back, holding him around the neck, squeezing. Another was on his
shoulder on the left side, his own right arm under Balos's armpit and the
other arm pounding on the guy's neck. A third was on Balos's other
shoulder, holding him from under the arm and above pounding in the same
manner. Smooth young skin on hard dark muscle.

Pare smiled, "Brave kids to attack such a one with no weapons!"  Pare had
to stop as arrows rained at him. He hit them off. Archers on the walls,
smaller than even the mulatto and the albino, were host to their own
arrows. Their bellies were ruined by their own arrow heads. Some sunk
down. Some proudly displayed their shaft sticking out of their heaving
stomachs...some held their breath...shafts moved and some didn't...an
American Indian guard rushed at Pare. Pare bent down on one knee, bent his
back and reached under the long haired older guy, who wore only a leather
loin cloth. Pare punched up with his knife in hand, between middle finger
and pointer finger, burying it in the guy's eternally (well almost
eternally) hard abs. The guy flipped onto his back with the knife sticking
out of his belly. He didn't realize his belly now had an extra attachment
in its navel. He tried to get up but some pain stopped him.

He looked at his stomach, "Oh...."  Yet he tried to get up and
failed. "Didn't see that."  Someone stepped on him. He thought it was the
blond kid in the arena, Sole.

But before Pare could get to the Thai boy cell, Balos, very big and strong
and much older, flipped the Thai boy off his neck, over his head, and in
the process, snapped the thin back over his knee. Balos's lip curled up at
the left side as if he knew how futile it was for them to attack him,
"Little whelps! Dare to attack me! Puny and pathetic!"  The other two were
flung about and slain with necks snapped. But Pare reached Balos as five
more Thai boys jumped the big guy. "Get off me!"  Balos stood up, puffed up
his chest and looked down. Pare had a spear in his upper abs.

"Die!"  Pare moved it around and dragged it down to Balos's stomach as more
boys poured out. The redhead had opened the cell that contained weapons and
he held a double pointed sword.


"Take this for killing my mate!"  The redhead, English accented, tore it
into Balos's groin. As Balos fell back, the Thai boys marveled at the
redhead's move and the trainer's pain. They laughed but more boys came out
and moved toward him. Other boys covered him, thrashing with spears,
swords, pikes, tridents, and feet.

Pare ran to the next cell which was easy to open, for all the guards,
trainers, and Thoros there were dead. He opened it and more guys poured out
to open their weapon closet/room.  Sole was stomach stabbing one of the
last guards near a cell and opening it with the keys. Aoi raced with the
members of his own cell toward Sole, "A few more..."

"I'll get them open, you and Pare go for that Nolo," Sole yelled.

"Right," Aoi said and started to move off.

Before Aoi could move off, Sole grabbed his shoulder, "And Aoi, don't kill
him!"

"Yeah, right," Aoi said and tried to move off.

Sole pulled Aoi back, "I mean it, don't."

"Allright!"  Aoi pulled free, "Pare, with me!"  He and Pare shot ahead of
the newly forming gang of boys, almost all of them freed gladiators. "He
doesn't want us to kill Nolo!"

"Funk Nolo, I want that mulatto facer!"  Pare said.

As the two ran, a small boy with half blond hair and half brown hair, all
intermixed color, ran up to Sole, "I got him! I got him! I killed a guard,
my first!"  He waved a sword in one hand, "My first kill! I'm so happy!"

Sole was about to reply when an arrow hit this new kid in his belly
button. The kid whirled a bit and spun. Sole grabbed him but let him go as
the kid pulled free, able to stand on his own, indicating this by waving
his hands up, "No, no. I'm...I'm allright...I'm so happy....so...very
hap...eeeee."  The kid sunk down. Sole ran forward but suddenly more and
more guards and Thoros warriors came out of the empty cells and out of trap
doors in the floor of the arena. They carried swords mostly but there were
spears and tridents too.

"Enjoy your death, kid," Sole said as the boy slumped down and died
noisily. "We might enjoy ours...now!"  Sole ran at the massive, newly
forming enemy group. Joining him was a big muscled kid he recognized as
Garrett W, "Hey, you, you're powerful! I need your help!"  A boy near them
was felled by an arrow to his chest. Sole yelled, "Pare! Aoi! Forget Nolo!
Get those archers!"  Another gladiator boy went down. Another and
another. A black man was hit in the neck. He screamed as he slunk to the
ground. The main force of enemy soldiers hit.

Pare and Aoi ran beyond the storm of new soldiers, Thoros warriors and
normal guard boys. They were not seen but they were cut off from the main
gladiator group. Pare nodded as Aoi gave Sole an okay sign. They ran up the
stone steps toward the archer boys.




Sole smashed his sword into a Thoros sword and ducked under it, gutting the
muscle man's stomach as he did and kicking him out of the way. Garrett,
larger, was using two very thick swords to swat off as many Thoros men as
he could. "One thing," Sole fought side by side with him, "Why no last
name, why the W?"

Garrett stuck an incoming muscle man who spurted from his stone loin cloth
and with his other sword sliced across two other bellies of normal
guards. He laughed, "That's all I can remember of my last name, it starts
with W!"  The infectious smile the kid had made Sole's heart melt. He was a
good looking, brown haired weight lifter kid. Strong and healthy.

Brude, the naked Pict was swinging a pike and killing many. In his other
hand, he held a spear which he swiped across the crowd. A kid went to stab
a Thoros fighting with Brude but an arrow hit the kid. The Thoros saw this
and waved his spear at Brude. Brude yelled and drove the pike deep into the
hard stomach of the Thoros. The man folded like a piece of paper.

Bazian was holding a sword and a long knife, "Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod!"
He was running with others from his cell but lost track of Percival and
Ibath as well as most of the others.  Someone pushed him from behind. He
tripped out of the way of four Nolo guards. They all had thin long spears
with well rounded sharp points like a giant toothpick.

"Out of the way Red," Aaron said and laughed as he faced the foursome. He
had a long spear in one hand and a sword in the other. One came too close
to Aaron and swiped his spear at the boy's stomach. It missed the belly
button but the hit of the shaft reopened Aaron's stomach wound, "Oaffff!
Whydidchado that, facer!"  Aaron shoved the sword into this long haired
guard and shoved it in deep. The guard pulled himself off of it and fell in
a heap of pain. Another guy came up behind him, taking his place.

Bazian sat up, "Aaron! You're hurt!"

"It's the old wound, kid, the old wound! Nothing new can they do to me!"
Aaron flexed all his considerable muscles, dark and sinewy. Large biceps.




Bazian got off his butt to help but something hit him from behind and
knocked into his head. He fell, unconscious...or dead. Aaron couldn't
tell. Another joined them. Then a Thoros. Aaron was backed to a stone wall
eventually. He fended off many spears. His spear found the belly of a guard
and had its way with it. Ripping, tearing, jabbing, meshing,
messing. Swishing. Aaron slid back down the wall, his sword knocked from
his hand. He grabbed the spear that plunged at him and pulled. He flipped
it and stuck the guy about to stick him from his right. Aaron's stomach
flexed his flashy 8 pack. His outstanding belly button stood out a bit
more, shallow but also somewhat innie and outtie. His legs were out in
front of him. Now holding two spears, Aaron fought. He stuck and unstuck
but more and more guys were coming at him. Now, they didn't even seem
winded. A guy with a thin spear was between Aaron's legs and he shoved his
spear point deep into Aaron's belly button. Aaron smiled and shut his eyes,
"Ohhh," he said in ecstasy of pleasure, "This is what I imagined it felt
like. Glad not to be disappointed....what a rush...what a ...."  He stabbed
two other guys to either side of the guy stabbing him. The guy stabbing him
was bald, the two to either side were medium sized and with brown hair and
some muscles. Both guys he stabbed jabbed their spears into his sides, his
obliques to either side of his admirable washboard: punctured. They fell,
and left the spears dangling in Aaron's sides. The guy smiled that was
sticking Aaron. "What a way to go! I wouldn't have it any other way!"
Aaron gasped and huffed. His thick nippled chest heaved in and out. "Ahh,
yes, I feel it! I want you to feel it too!"  He let his stomach ripple as
it ripped. He jabbed a few more soldiers, who wore only loin cloths and
thongs and unstuck them. They shoved spears into his belly button near the
one that was already there. "Man, what a way to go! Only way to die! Give
it to me! C'MON!"  Aaron felt the pain and tried to get up, his body left
the ground and the wall for a bit but spears rushed through him propelled
by guys on the other side, guys who didn't let go. Aaron let go of his
spears and held one that was in him. He ripped open his loin cloth,
spilling white seed from a thickly veined penis pump. From his leg area he
pulled a sword and rushed it up at the first guy who stabbed him. Many
spears met Aaron's flesh that moment before death. Sweat poured from every
hole with the exception of the holes that the spears made. Aaron expired in
a huff of air, taking many with him. His body jerked and spurted long
before he died and long after. "Ahhhh a h a h h."

Garrett and Sole took down many men, "There's an exit I didn't see them
coming out of," Sole pointed with his sword. "Get them over there and I'll
distract them. Get everyone out that tunnel!"

"What about you?"  Garrett gutted a guy's stomach. A guy ran up to him,
proud and imposing his chest over the kid, for this guy was taller and
bigger and held two swords. Garrett put a sword right into the guy's
stomach and slit it up and down. As the guy fell back, Garrett stabbed a
kid behind him.

"Don't worry, I'll find my own way out!"

Brude was nearby and was circled by many Thoros. From someplace beyond a
spear came flying and caught him right in his belly button. Now Brude had a
deep innie and might have survived this, however, this spear was not a
normal spear. It's shaft had many pin like points sticking out of it all
along it. When Brude tried to pull the spear out, the damage by the
pin-like points to his belly button walls and indeed to the wound itself,
did more damage and caused more pain than the initial thump into him. He
was meaty and his belly was flat but he fought on. He held his spears
underhand now and shoved as he strode along, in pain from the spear in
him. He dripped down onto his own penis, bare of any pubes or hair at
all. He felt sweat mingle with blood and gore as he fought on and on. He
strode from side to side, killing many Thoros near him. A small boy, one of
the slave boys who was caught in the arena, was a blonde vicious one. He
saw Brude stabbing Thoros men with his spear. He also saw the spear
dangling from Brude as though it were a sort of wooden penis. This kid went
up to Brude and smiled. Brude, at this point, was sapped of energy. Even
the Thoros who saw him, ignored him. He was out of the battle. But this
blond kid with a pony tail came up to the spear in Brude and put both hands
on it. He spun it slowly. The pins inside jabbed and tore. Brude yelled and
grunted. "NOGGONGOGOGOGOGOGOG!"  His eyes rolled. "Give me a peace!"

The kid jabbed in and out a bit but not fully out, "A piece of meat, you
want? A piece of yourself?Hahahahaha."  The pins en route out, took flesh
with them but as they went back in, they brought flesh back to its place
but ripped new flesh. The kid moved the shaft a bit. Every bit bit into
Brude.

"Justahhhh! Just kill me!"  Brude yelled, his penis pre cum
spraying. Dripping like glue.

"Naw, this is fun. If I'n die in here, at least I die sensing what this is
like. To kill before I be kilt. It's great!"


The shaft hardly touched Brude's large belly button tunnel but the pins
butchered it up. Jewish Todd, (who we haven't read about since episode 20 I
think) grabbed the kid by the left shoulder, pulling him away from
Brude. Brude stumbled off. "Hey is being kilt as you say as great?"  Todd
rammed a trident into the kid's very outtie ridge and innie shallow button.

"Wow!"  The kid was wide eyed, "Wasn't expectin' to git it, I guess..."

"Get it you did!"  Todd, fresh faced, red cheeked, brown hair, long to his
shoulders and back, said, seriously. "Have a spin on it!"  The trident
front point, longer than the rest, was in the belly button. Todd spun the
trident and pushed. The other two points dug into flesh, one above the
button, one below the button just above dick start. The points used the
main point as the pivot center and spun around it. A nice circle of death
was made in the kid's whole ab area. The kid flexed but didn't have much
muscle to resist. He was smooth though. He tore himself back and off the
trident, arching forward and his neck went back, his mouth in a grimace of
pain. His eyes closed and he stumbled backward a few steps. "Die punk
coward...die a wet sticky death..."  Todd got an arrow in his belly
button. The skinny Todd, with a bony set of collar bones, fell onto his
back immediately. He didn't even have time to cum. He was dead.

The kid laughed, "Haha. You die before me."  The kid sunk. An arrow
happened to hit his navel...or what was left of it...area.

Flexing only caused the pins in Brude to engage more of his flesh. Brude
walked a bit more, ignored by all. He held the shaft in him and tried to
get it out but didn't want to experience the tingling pains of the
pins. Guys passed by from both sides, gladiators and Nolo's side. They
bumped into the shaft and caused him lots of pain. Digging pain. Waving the
spear about, dropping his own, Brude bore it like it was a new part of his
own body. His eyes went wide. He slowly sank to his knees. His dark
features in a grimace of pain. Eyes closing and remaining closed. But he
was not yet done. He sank down to knees again after trying to get up one
last time. His upper body slowly slumped forward...onto the spear shaft,
which tilted under him and went up toward his face. His body lowered and
humped the ground. His bare dick spat fluids by a gallon. Finally, his
chest rested as low as it could and his pelvis sank low. He stopped moving
finally, the fight out of him, the life out of him. The seed of his future
children out of him. The pain seemed to last long after he expired.

At the same time, Pare and Aoi, from different sides, snuck up to the first
lower platform, which was behind a stone wall. The albino was firing arrows
by jumping up and shooting, ducking down, and reloading. "Oh man, I wish
you could have seen that one. Right in his belly button."

The mulatto laughed, "They all go there! Where we aim em."

"No, but this one was great. It went right into his stomach almost all the
way in."

"Cool! Good thing that jerk dropped this cylinder in here, the fool.  Hey,
there're both metal and wooden ones here."

"I know, I like em both."




"Sh-yeah," the mulatto laughed, "Mmmmm, nothing better than the cold steel
gettin warmed by a muscled hard belly..."

"Mmmmm," the albino said, "Nothing better...except when you and I...you
know..."

"Yeah..."

"Well, well, well," Aoi crept behind the mulatto who turned, "What have we
here?"

Pare was behind the albino, "A pair of loyal-less wankers, who couldn't
even thank the kid who gave them a new batch of arrows before he died for
them, and who like firing arrows at hapless victims...I wonder if they are
game for some close up action."

"No," the mulatto said as he didn't know which way to turn.

"Yeah, I am," the albino said, whipping out a small knife and crouching
down in defense pose.

"Oh please," Pare grabbed the crouching down boy's wrist and twisted the
knife down. The boy tried to string his bow with an arrow, "Nice red eyes,
kid, didn't get nuff sleep?"

"They...are...always...like...that!"  The kid struggled in Pare's
arms. Pare got behind the albino and allowed him to string his arrow into
the bow and aim, "Let us see what's left to shoot...into..."

Aoi followed suit and forced the mulatto to do the same, even though the
kid didn't want to. Aoi had to force the kid's hands to hold the bow and
arrow, "Do it or I'll gut you right here and now."

The mulatto gulped, "Wad? Wado U plan to do?"

Pare faced him and his face grew serious, "Give you the same chance you
gave Christo..."

"Christo, who was he?"

Pare snorted, "You don't even know?"

"Oh, that dark kid I kilt awhile ago?"  The mulatto said, "Hey, I...I'm
sorry...it...it's just my job!"

The albino struggled as he felt Pare's chest on his bare back, "Yeah, if
we'n do it, they'd just get someone'll replace us."

"Let's put them to all the trouble to find your replacements," Aoi nodded
over the kid's shoulder. The mulatto was sweating and looked very worried.

"Puh...pulease..."

"Please yourself, you kill good warriors," Pare smiled, "At the same time,"
he told Aoi.

Aoi nodded. The mulatto sneered, "Then if `n you're gonna do it, I'll tell
ya that kid was no warrior, he never even kilt anyone but we...we kilt
thousands..."


"From up here!"  Pare yelled, moving the albino closer and closer to the
mulatto, "Christo saved my life before he died, killing as he had to. His
death meant something. Which is more than I can say for your death..."
Pare drew the arrow with the kid, hands over hands. Aoi did the same thing
with the mulatto. The arrows fired close up. "Bullseyes!"  The mulatto's
curly cue navel got an arrow in it.

"Shit!"  Aoi laughed as the point of the arrow ripped out of the mulatto's
back and stopped. Pare saw the same thing out the white back of the albino.

Looking at the arrow dropping blood on the albino's back, Pare laughed,
"Red blood on white skin looks really really hot!"

"Oh kill us and be done wid it," the albino's head went back onto Pare's
neck.  "Good idea, I don't want scum like you on me too long."  Pare thrust
the albino forward into the mulatto as Aoi held the mulatto. The arrow
feathered ends hit each other and slanted a bit, causing both boys more
pain than they could ever imagine. "I'll take that," Pare took the bow from
the boy's white fingers. Aoi took the bow off the mulatto kid. "Let's make
sure they die as lovers should."

"Gotcha," Aoi smiled. He drew the bow with a new arrow--a wooden arrow---
behind the mulatto.

"Great, I get to drive this steel shaft into the kid who killed Christo,"
Pare drew, his ribs sticking out and his navel outtie hard out as well.

"NOOOOOOO!"  The two boys screamed.

"Justice is best served on hot intestines!"  Aoi said and fired. The arrows
this time, plunged the two boys closer together. Their mouths hit each
other, drooling, bleeding messes. Tongues out from pain and joy. They had
their nipples rubbing on each other. Their dicks straight up, fountained
white from their torn and skimpy loin cloth tops. Aoi pushed them and the
pair fell to one side of the wall, leaning on it, still alive.

"Oh God," the albino said.

"I'm...I'm not sorry, fuckerrrrrrrrrsahhhh," the mulatto died.

"I follow..."  The albino died and Pare came to their stiff bodies and
pushed them down as spurting continued even after they died. Then he took
their bodies and threw it over the wall to the arena below.

Behind Sole a huge Thoros was about to brain him with a thick sword. Two
small boys hit him over the back and he fell, points thrusting into his
upper back. The three fell to the ground, where the Thoros was trampled by
fighters who were engaged against each other.

"There, that door leads to the outside," Sole directed Garrett, "It's for
guest fighters from outside the fortress, go on!"




Garrett had a large group of gladiator boys with him. One went down under a
spear. Another got a knife in him. Garrett stabbed a guard in the back and
plunged on to the stomach of another guard behind him. He shoved his sword
out and with his other sword, bashed the head of another guard. "There's
too many of them!"

Sole got between Garrett and his gang and the Thoros and guards, "Go on!
Get out now!"  He hit many spears down. There were too many though and a
few got past Sole...with spears. They didn't stop to stab Sole from behind,
enabling Sole to stab more and more guards and Thoros warriors. One or two
gladiator boys turned sides and started to fight against Sole as well! A
few got past him too and ran for Garrett's group.



Garrett ran to the tunnel exit. "Get in, go on!"  He urged all the
gladiator boys inside but there were too many of them. "Go on, four at a
time!"  He turned, "I'll hold these ones off."

"What about you?"  Colin, a small kid with no hair except for a red pony
tail from the top of his head said.

"Don't worry about me, get in there!"  Garrett yelled and stabbed his sword
into a spear man's aching belly. "Invite death!"  The gladiators boys piled
into the tunnel. Garrett stabbed another guy. But 20 spears came at his
muscled stomach. One hit the side of his navel and went in. Garrett winced
and pulled back.

A tall redhead, Stebbins, on Garrett's side, yelled, "The gates are coming
down!"

Garrett saw the gates coming down. Grabbing the metal rods as they came
down, careful to hold them above the spikes, Garrett forced the gladiator
boys back into the tunnel opening and put himself under the thick metal
spikes that were coming down. "I'll hold the gates up!"  The boys were
running under it and past Garrett, who had to drop both his swords. A spear
guy got close up to him.

"This musclebound idiot...."  The spearguy with a helmet on, marched up to
him, "I can now stick him at my leisure..."  Garrett's boot came up with a
steel point on the toe and kicked into the spearman's gut, driving it out
his back. Garrett kicked him off, dropping shreds of belly flesh.

"I'll take many of you with me!"  Garrett said. Another spear man, a mere
boy, came up to him and shoved a spear under his navel. Garrett kicked his
legs around the boy and at the waist. He heaved his body up and the spikes
on the gate caught the kid in the shoulder and neck area, into the collar
bone and down. The kid yelped and fell off.  The spikes came down and one
near Garrett's chest, between his pecs, inched down and struck into the
fleshy navel. The gate lowered and lowered. Garrett forced it up, every
muscle flexed and outstanding. But 15 spears embedded in Garrett's guts and
ripped. Garrett made such sounds as to turn on the guards sticking him.

A gladiator boy came up to him, "Still alive?"

"Traitor!"  Garrett said.


"I didn't want to revolt, so who's the traitor? I want to stay and be a
gladiator," the brown haired chocolate eyed kid said and produced a knife
from his robe like groin covering. He shoved it up so Garrett could see
it. Then he quickly brought it to the belly button and gouged around the
gate spike. The gate fell and trapped Garrett under it, stabbing him
through. He kicked and kicked thick muscled legs. And then he was still.

Aoi and Pare rejoined Sole and soon they littered the area about them with
bodies so much so that it was difficult for any more gladiator traitors and
turncoats, Thoros warriors, and guards to get to them without themselves
stepping over the bodies and endangering themselves. A few tried and fell
onto swords of Aoi, Pare, and Sole. Aoi gasped, "Where are they all coming
from?"

"Sole, that tunnel exit...why would it still be open?"  Pare asked.

"Oh no!"  Sole realized, "It's a trap!"

Stebbins and Colin lead a group of boys to the exit, a half circle of
stone. Stebbins said, "We're almost there."

Colin lead them out, "We're free! Free! We made it!"  A spear boy waiting
with a thick row of other spear boys rammed spears into the boys, Colin
first.

"I been aching to ram my spear into someone's gut ever since we were
stationed out here!"

Stebbins got a belly full of spear too. The other gladiator boys in the
tunnel had no place to run. They were quickly speared. A few ran back to
the gate where they saw Garrett dead and the snooty kid on the other side
with the knife, "I killed him, your strongest...dead..."

As they tried to open the gate, a few boys were stuck with spears from both
sides.  One put his hands up, "We surrender, we surrender."

"DIE!"  The kid in yellow tights with the legs ending just above the knee,
named Java, pushed a sword through and it shriveled the navel of the
surrendering boy. "Hahahaha."

"Ohhhhhh," He went down too and all the ones in the tunnel was slain dead.

In the arena, Sole yelled, "We have to get to the tunnel! To help them!"

As they started to run, a green shimmer hit them. It swirled around and
turned into a giant green glowing floating snake. A long snake, longer than
an entire house. This stopped them and they waited for it to attack.

Sole realized, "Someone ratted us out, told on us even before we started."

"Yeah but who?"  Aoi asked.

In his cell, Ivo, the Thoros gladiator, sat against the wall on a bench.
Relaxed, he smiled and nodded his head, "Tut tut, tisk tisk. These futile
heroes....why can't they just be what they are...fodder for gladiator
weapons...for my weapons...they get what they deserved....death."



(Uhm, this doesn't mean it was him, does it?)

TO BE CONTINUED...