Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2008 15:37:59 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  43

Youth. Masulinity. Smoothness. Brashness, confidence. Rushing in with
smiles and swords or spears or both. Thinking one can take on any opponent,
no matter age or largeness. And getting one's guts cut into. There is
always someone better and someone worse than a smug well muscled youth. Age
does matter. Big muscle men cut down underage teens and boys. But if they
are real lucky, they can get the goods on the biggers and sometimes they
are faster and more agile. Getting their cuts in, in on thick bellied
men...who go down with a bang, which usually comes out of their shorts.
Usually they land on other smaller guys, who get pinned underneath until
they either get out or are just stabbed by spearboys who are following
warriors.

Simon gagged his last as his killer Blade expired in glee, his bloodlust
finally over. Blade's torso shook with violent thrusts and his thick penis
exploded with fire. Java snickered and moved on. He saw a door open in the
sand, far away from the castle. He ran to it, out of the battle. Tarn with
a boy on his back came up. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Tarn and Nolo's
bint Yule."

Tarn put the boy down and wielded his sword from his cloth, "You itching
for a fight?"

"No," Java smiled, "I've had enough of that. Let's say we get going while
the going's good?"

"Sounds good to me," Yule smiled, "I mean..."  He shrugged, "...if anyone's
asking."

Tarn nodded, "C'mon, both of you. I've seen you, you're Java, that hot
little number who did in so many of the rebels..."

"Yeah," Java smiled, "I like killin."

"Good," Tarn said, "We have some to do, away from this mess, though."

The three of them moved off.

Hivac swooped down to the Seer and Wiz and forced his arms out with energy
balls. Fireballs moved at the Seer but Wiz looked up and saw Hivac's fire
balls. He thrust the Seer away. Demnos landed in front of the Thoros body,
which was slowly moving to its death. He grabbed the spear shaft in the
Thoros's belly, "So your power is from this one's dying pain? I like it."
Demnos licked the spear. Wiz threw the Seer out of the way and the
fireballs passed them and the body and blew apart a rock nearby.

Wiz, on his side, looked up and stared. Hivac, coming down at them laughed
and aimed more fireballs, "Prepare to die brother. I am stronger than ever
now. Now that I have our other brother on my side...I..."  Looking away,
Hivac saw Tarn moving out of the area, away from the castle, with two other
boys.




"Brother? You were never a real brother to me!" The Seer yelled.

Wiz ran up to Demnos and the evil one, unexpecting this, was taken by
surprise. Wiz grabbed the spear and shouldered Demnos off of the body. Wiz
pointed the spear up at Hivac who shot off three more fireballs at The
Seer. The Seer rolled and avoided some of these blasts. But he covered his
face as sand hit up at him. "Wiz," Demnos laughed as he stood up and
brushed himself off, "No one touches me!"  He saw Wiz pointing the spear up
at Hivac. "Foolish boy, that can't hurt us."

"Maybe it can't and maybe it can!"  Wiz aimed and from the spearhead came a
red blast. The red blast shot up like a spew of blood. It caught Hivac as
it expanded and made itself into a bubble.

"What is this!!"  Hivac yelled, caught in the bubble. The bubble blasted
and Hivac's body blew apart, legs, arms, hands, belly button...all flying
out from the bubble in a raging blast. Then there was nothing there where
Hivac once floated.

Demnos looked up, stunned, "Well, well, well, this is a surprise. One
brother down and one to go!"  Demnos quickly flew off the ground and
quickly shot at the Seer. "I will take your power before you go!"  Demnos
came to the Seer and put his lips to the brother. He sucked. The Seer's
body seemed to shrink.

"NOOO!"  Wiz ran at them and shoved the Seer away. Demnos looked at Wiz.

"You are beginning to annoy me greatly!"  Demnos pointed a long nail at
him, attached to his bony finger of his left hand. Wiz became locked in
place and slid toward Demnos. On the ground, the Seer recovered his senses
but felt tired and old. He looked up with wrinkled eyes. Demnos put his
finger out to the area of Wiz's belly button and as Wiz slid at him, feet
dragging through the sand, Demnos jabbed his finger out and let it meet the
meat of Wiz's belly button. He started to jab it in but the Seer gathered
himself up

The Seer touched Demnos's back and the evil brother felt tingled pain in
his back. He yelled and pulled his finger out of Wiz's sore belly
button. Wiz fell back but Demnos was not interested in him. He turned to
grab the Seer, "You are not match for me without the Boy and your precious,
wounded Wiz! I will kill you!"

"Yeah," the Seer gasped, "I know but you can't have them!"  He held onto
Demnos's side and electric filled Demnos's body. Wiz moved to help the Seer
but the Seer yelled, "No! Stay back! Get away from here! Don't worry about
taking care of the Boy! He's strong now!"

Wiz watched as both turned bright yellow and a blast occurred. After the
blast, which kicked up sand and rock, both were gone. Wiz watched the area,
hoping for some sign that The Seer was alive. Wiz gulped, his Adam Apple
moving up and down. Both were gone. Wiz looked, "The Boy?"




The android musclemen had extended their spears from their navels. However,
muscled warriors on Nolo's side grabbed them from behind and made them
stick each other just above their navels. They then shoved them into each
other so that the androids, actually unable to die in the normal sense,
were impaled on the spears of their own comrades. All 13 androids,
responsible for killing a great many of Nolo's men and boys, were now
killed in this manner. Seani, Tomo, and Braht, the bar body guards, moved
to the body of Gorm, who was stuck by a spear. Gorm held it. Seani looked,
holding his sword, "I don't like this killing!"

"But we are good at it," Braht said, "Well three of us are!"

"How could you!?"  Tomo cried, "He was our lover."

"Not any more," Braht said, "Not any more!"

The three of them cried. A large man grabbed the muscled Braht, "You said
it! DIE!"  This man stabbed Braht in his navel. As Braht tried to get off
the spear, the man tore it out and stabbed again. And again.

Brunette Tomo and Seani moved but a small kid with a large thick machete
jutted it into Tomo's belly button and ripped down toward his dick area,
"We are the better! Size does not matter! DIE!"  Tomo watched in horror as
his innards were spilled out. Seani tried to get to the kid but two other
kids jumped onto his massive back. As they did, another came running with a
bayonet and jabbed it right into Seani's belly button and kept
plunging. Seani yelped and ran at the kid who didn't stop.

This new kid said, "Die big guy! I will not relent no matter...mufffff!"
Seani fell onto the kid and covered him fully with his body. His back was
host to the bayonet sticking out and it actually cut the side of the belly
of one of the kids on top.

"Hey watch it! Me belly almost got cut out!"

"Like this?!"  Dimtri, on the other side, shoved a sword into this kid and
the other kid shoved his knife into Dimtri's nice stomach. "Fuck!
Lookatwhat you did to me!"

"You look! I kill!"  This kid jabbed the knife in and shoved, walking at
Dimtri. Dimitri moved back and with effort, failed to fall. "You strong
meat, boy!"  The kid jabbed out and in and out and in, "But no one can take
this, no strong meat can handle that! Feel it good!"  Dimtri fell finally
and the kid moved on to more victims...only to have an arrow land in his
belly button. He spun with the impact and turned. He fell. Someone big fell
ontop of him. The body guards were all dead. He was dead. Dimitri was
dead. The three kids that attacked were dead.

The large man who stabbed Braht got up and put a fallen boy out of his
misery, "Enjoy!"  A spear flew into his gut hole. He spun and fell, holding
his spear as it was his dick shaft and rubbing it all the
same. "ARGGGGGGHHHHH! My dick feels so wet! My belly is full!!"




In the arena, Ivo flung a spear and it aimed right at Pare. Aoi turned,
"Pare lookout!"

Ivo's spear knicked Pare's right side, between hip and ribs. He went
down. "Pare!"

Pare yelled, "I'm allright!"  He recovered and gathered up his strength. He
moved at Ibath, "Ibath, stop!"

"Got him!"  Sole ran to Ibath and Ibath turned to face Sole. This made him
let go of Percival. In the arena, gladiator boys and turned guards were
fighting the leftovers of Nolo's boys and warriors. "Ibath, so it was you
who betrayed us?"

"No," Ibath moved slowly at Sole, "It wasn't I."

Pare spotted Percival running into one of the open cells, "Percival, stop!
You're in danger! I won't hurt you!"

Percival wasn't looking back. He thought Ibath was still after him. He ran,
panicked into the halls around the arena. Stone cold and dark. Yet the
sounds of fighting were not far off. Some of the rebels must have gotten
into the back ways from the arena.

Outside, thanks to Casm, boys on his fighting side, got closer to the
wall. Dimitri, Slim, Chinese Eacho, Harikiri Boy, the cute but ruthless
blond kid (from episode 38), Smof, Binfo, and Orgut fought their respective
enemies to the wall. Almost at the same time, they each drove steeled
weapons into their enemies. Bodies slacked against the wall as bellies were
impacted, pierced, and finally airated. Mostly swords but Eacho had a long
spear with many points down its shaft sticking into one bigger, one of the
biggest warrior guys. Dimitri pulled a knife out of a guy's belly button,
"This is fun!"  The guy, about his size, stabbed Dimitri in his guts.
Dimitri looked down and shoved his other knife into the guy, who slumped.
"Not..."  Dimitri fell. Slim just looked at him and laughed.

"Foolish boy!"  Slim unstuck a sword from his enemy's belly button and
looked at Dimitri.

"Put me out of it..."

"Glad to oblige!"  Slim stabbed down into Dimitri's tanned meat.  Then he
turned to more of Nolo's men, only a few who were left, standing around
wondering what to do. He stabbed.

On the walls overlooking the outside of the castle/fortress, Arn looked
down, "I think I will go into the passageways and gather up what we have
left of a force!"

The horn boy turned from the wall as Arn moved to go down the ladder, "But
we are losing out there."

"Yes thanks to that brat of a ruler we have...or should I say had, for he's
as good as dead," Arn descended a bit.


"But you can't leave us up here..."  The horn boy said. As he did, he felt
something tear in him. He looked down. An arrow with many points along it's
shaft was sticking out his belly button, gore hanging limply. "Ohh..."

Arn smiled and reached up with one large arm, "Can't I?"  He giggled as he
pushed the kid with one massive thrust and the kid felt his hand touch his
head. The kid flipped over the wall and sailed downward. Arn laughed and
moved down the ladder. The horn boy flew down, arrow first-belly first into
a warrior, that was on Simon's side, on the ground, who was just about to
get up, his abs straining outward. He was also ready to smash a spear into
a warrior above him. Without warning he found the boy impact onto him,
arrow gnashing through a thick belly button and hard muscle to find the
dirt beneath his back. The horn boy couldn't enjoy the pain for he was dead
as was the guy under him. The soldier above, ready to get stabbed, laughed.

"I'm alive."

"No!"  Casm stabbed him in his navel, "You're not!"  Casm pulled out and
moved on, even before this guy fell and died slowly. Casm was unstoppable
as he tore through all before him, all who stood in his way slumped down
either quickly or slowly, their belly button shorn through. A few were hit
in their chests, right in the heart.

Fory in his denim cutoff and with his tear drop belly button facing
downward, fought against a big guy called Belly Button Hunter. He was one
of Nolo's fighters, in fact, was hand picked and navel picked by Nolo to
get out of the arena and be one of his body guards. Belly Button Hunter
liked fighting so much, he took it upon himself to steal out to the
fight. He was older than Fory and yet as smooth. His navel was innie more
but he had a thick lower ridge. He always wore a mask Lone Ranger type and
a dark head covering just over his eyes and hair. He had on tight black
satin shorts and held a knife. Fory's sword was hit by Belly Button
Hunter's knife and it fell. Fory pulled out his own knife and the two
fought hand to hand, wrist to wrist. Hunter had Fory's right wrist and Fory
had Hunter's left wrist. In their other hands they held knives. Those
wrists also got caught in each other's hands. Finally Fory managed to pull
away as Hunter's back hit two other fighters, giving the edge to the one
who was not hit. A sword went into the guy behind Hunter and the point came
out the guy's lower back and into Hunter's back as they were back to
back. Hunter gasped but it was just a small cut.

But this gave Fory the advantage now. Fory pulled and dropped onto his own
back. This made Hunter fall forward. "Aha! I'm on top!"  Hunter winced but
laughed. "I'll get ya!"

Fory pulled his knife away from Hunter's hand again but held Hunter's. Then
he rolled. The pair rolled and rolled. Fory got on top and jabbed his knife
between Hunter's hip and ribs. He then prolonged it inward toward the belly
button but from underneath! Hunter arched and gasped. Dick to dick, the
pair could feel each other's manhood beneath, a large white cloud of gump
forming and spilling from their respective cloths. Hunter's black satin
leaked whiteness. Fory's denim cut offs dripped from the top but as they
rolled again one more time, his dick found its way back down and split
loving cum out his leg hole. Fory plugged Hunter and Hunter arched. Fory
dug meat from the belly button and jabbed again.


Fory felt victorious and great, "HAHA! Got ya, big boy! Even though you're
bigger, I WIN!"

Hunter managed to get his knife between them and plunged into Fory's chest
between pecs. He wiggled toward Fory's heart and Fory did not know
it. Finally, Fory felt it and jerked back but Hunter pulled him to him and
they both spat more cum and rolled again. Hunter was on top now and Fory
jabbed out and then stuck him again and again. Both died, one on top the
other. Some big Thoros fell ontop of them and they died under him. The
Thoros got his navel speared with a many pronged spear. He agonized above
them for a long time as they died just as slowly.

Patrick, the boy from Simon's past, was out there too. He was on Simon's
side but didn't remember anything of his past. Nor did he pal Ian. For Ian
was on Nolo's team. The pair faced each other, Patrick with his denim hat
on and denim pants and fantastic abs, "Ian! It is you."

"I...I don't know you!"  Ian, more muscled than even Patrick and Simon,
frowned, "Prepare to ....die."

"Ian! It is you! It..it's me. Patrick, remember me?"

"NO!" Ian shoved a long sword into Patrick's belly hole and the kid buckled
and sank. Ian shoved him along and pushed. "You die, who...oh no! You was
me pal!"  Ian moved off and left the sword dangling in Patrick's nice abs.

Patrick looked up at him and smiled. "You...."  He coughed. And walked away
with the long sword in him. He gripped it but that only made more pain as
he breathed out and in, the point meeting meat. His dick got harder.

Slim came up behind Ian and reached around and shoved two knives into Ian's
ample belly. His loin cloth exploded off his bony but meat covered
hips. Ian buckled and turned around to face Slim. "Done in by...a skinny
kid..."  Slim stood back, letting go to enjoy his handiwork.

Slim looked at him harshly and didn't smile, "You die! Muscle means nothing
in battle! Feel it!"  Slim grabbed his knives anew and shoved Ian forward
into the walls. Ian fell back and Slim fell on top. Someone shoved a long,
long, long spear into Slim's back and down into Ian. They both buckled and
jerked. Slim shut his eyes and put his head onto Ian's chest and drooled
over it. He died first. Ian gagged but jerked as he liked the pain. Then he
lay still, eyes open. Slim's tongue fell into his open mouth, moved by the
fighters bumping into their still bodies.




Casm finished the last of the Thoros fighters but saw a few slim kids
surrounded Smof and Binfo, who were stabbed down quickly. Orgut, their
friend, launched at these but as he flew at them, uncontrolled, they cut
him across his fine abs and tore them out as he landed. Casm ran to them
and cut them all down. On the ground, in seconds, were three from his side,
gasping at their deaths and 8 from Nolo's side. All died slowly. Casm
didn't care. He just wanted this done. He turned and was about to cut into
the very last Nolo warrior when he saw Wiz and the Boy standing over
Simon. Brun was there too. Ignoring the pain sounds around him, Casm looked
from them to his friends to this last warrior, who begged him to let him
live. Casm just stabbed this last one down. Casm ran to his friends.  To
Simon's prone body. He eyed over the dead Blade's smooth skin and realized
what happened.

"Casm, it's Simon."  Wiz looked up at him, from kneeling over Simon, "He's
dead and I can't..."

"Why?"  Casm asked, "Why can't you raise him?"

"I dunno!"  Wiz yelled, "Maybe it has to do with the Seer being
gone...dead. Killed by Demnos, his own brother It was the power of Demnos
and Hivac together that we were fighting. Now that Seer is dead, our powers
are severely limited by Demnos."  The Boy looked up at Casm and then at
Wiz.

"He..he thinks he can do it, if ....if he is away from Demnos's power..."

"How can he be that?"  Casm asked, "How?"

Dionin, the Viet boy and his Time Lord lover, the big somewhat burly Timord
came to them. Dionin said, "They is done for. We are the only ones and they
are dead."

Casm turned, "If we are to help the Trio, we have to get inside!"

The Boy stared at Wiz and went wide eyed.

"I know how we can save him!"  Wiz turned and used both arms out. The Boy
nodded and blinked. A huge hole in the air ripped open. It was blue and
swirling.

"An opening into the real world?"  Casm gasped, amazed. He had turned back
to them when this opened up.

"I can only do it because of the boy," Wiz said, "And me getting some of
the Seer's power. I can't understand why it won't heal Simon but perhaps
this once, I can open the portal. That's what the Boy's power is...he is
the way out of here. He's making me open this!"

"Why doesn't he do it?"  Casm looked, "A fucking way out of this. A way
home..."  He wanted to go.

Demnos was sucking up the life force of the fallen warriors, but then he
heard this, "A way to that other world."  He turned, "NFFFAAGRRRRRADROUGH!"
He looked the hole and dove for it.

The Boy was carrying Simon but dropping him. Brun, Timord, and Dioin helped
him carry the big guy to the hole.  They literally dumped Simon into the
hole and the Boy jumped over Simon's stomach and put his hands on him. He
rode Simon like the big guy was a dolphin caught in the sea of the
time/space vortex. The Boy couldn't even wave as he drifted down the tunnel
in space and time. Wiz having held it open as long as he could, dropped his
tired arms, drained magically and physically. At the same time it shut, the
force snapped him backward onto his ass. The vortex snapped onto Demnos's
body and it blew it into a million red particles. The others ran to Wiz,
only Brun having seen it.


Casm included. "Are you...?"

"Drained but I'll survive. You have to get in there quick. Without me and
the Boy, that fucker Demnos might..."

"I ...saw him vanish. The vortex shut on him and he blew apart," Brun said.

Wiz tried to get up, his cute abs stressing, "I have to stop
him. He'll...He can't be dead. I would feel it, I think."

"Maybe he just drained by vortex closin," Dionin stated innocently.

"Stay with him," Casm said. "Maybe Demnos is dead and maybe he isn't but
either way, I'm going in!"

The blond kid from episode 38 puffed up his chest, "I'm goin in wid ya!"

"Many of our guys are already inside," Casm said, "They found a hidden trap
door."

Johnno made it to his feet by now and came behind Casm, "You didn't even
know I was dead."

Casm jumped onto his hips and kissed him on the mouth, "You're always doing
that."

"What?"

"Dying. I knew it wouldn't be for long."  Casm said, "Just glad you enjoyed
it."  His bare legs felt the wet spots along Johnno's crotch and freckled
legs. He jumped down, "Now stay..."

"I'm cumming," Johnno said, holding up a sword and a spear.

"I'll say," the blond kid, Snoco, said.

"I'm with you too," Harikiri stated.

Eacho was behind him, "I too."

"And I," Staker said, holding a huge stake in one arm.

"Allright," Casm said, "But Johnno, I think....okay, come on."




Three groups went in. One was already in. They went in through the trap
door Tarn escaped from.  Casm's group, the last group, followed this
route. The group that was second was a small party that actually reached
the front gates and they did so under cover of Casm's killing so many Nolo
men and boys. The arena was filled now with freed Gladiator Boys, mostly
lead by theThai boy survivor Nu, who outgrew his previous shyness. They
were killing off any Nolo guard, warriors, Thoros, or arrow and spearboys
that were alive. It was funny when arrow boys ran out of arrows, for they
would reach behind their shoulder to get another arrow from a holster or a
strap and find none. Then someone would charge them and back them into a
wall, sometimes the arrowboy would remove a small knife from his belt and
try to fight back. Sometimes they would win, as in the case of that tanned
Latino who knifed the unnamed redhead gladiator boy in the belly once he
thrust him against the wall and pulled his wrist free of his hand.  It
didn't matter, for once the Latino won, waiting just behind him was DaSky,
a Native American who just watched. When the Latino was finished killing
the redhead, DaSky merely shoved a long knife into the Latino's back and
pulled out. The Latino fell unto his victim.

Sole pushed Ibath back, "Stop trying to move me back and lie to me!"

Ibath saw Sole take out a serrated knife the blond acquired in the
battle. Looking around, he noticed most of Nolo's men were dead or
dying. Knives being put to their bellies, swords carving out intestines,
and spears pinning them to each other. Ibath gulped, "Look," he put up his
hands to wave Sole off, "I...It's...you got it wrong. It wasn't me."  Ibath
looked behind him quickly and glanced back at Nolo on the throne. The
little pecker was surrounded by body guards and Ivo was almost at the
throne. Behind Ivo was the Oriental Aoi and following Aoi was the redhead
cute one, Bazian, all three climbing over the wall toward the throne by
climbing up a giant pile of bodies. "I'm not the one, it was...that little
Medieval guy, Percival."

Sole snickered, "Oh," he lowered his knife, "I thought it was him. The
little boy...the one who wouldn't really fight....I knew he..."

Ibath relaxed, "Good, for a moment I thought you wouldn't believe me..."

Sole raised the knife to Ibath's neck, "I don't!"  Ibath moved back and hit
the wall.

"Puh--please, Sole, no!"  Ibath gulped, "No, don't kill me."

"Kill you?"  Sole asked as he moved closer, putting his body up tight
against Ibath, "I'm not gonna kill you..."

Ibath breathed on Sole's neck, being a bit
taller. "Sole....huh...Sole...listen..."

"You forced him to spy on us, to tell on us and then you threatened him
when he wouldn't, didn't you?"

Sole put the knife in the softness between chest and abs and slowly lowered
it. It felt good to him and to Ibath.

Ibath shut his eyes and opened them quickly, "No, I...I didn't have to. He
willingly ratted us...me...you out..."  He felt the cold pushing against
his skin. It slid down a bit more.

"And all those friends...died..."


"Please, Sole...please, we were friends you and I."

Parting from the freckled body, Sole stared at Ibath's belly and looked up
at his blue eyes and pressed back into him, "Not anymore!"  As Sole
pressed, his larger than 12 inch cock pressed into Ibath's, messing between
both their legs.

"Traitor!"  Ibath yelled as the knife pressed down and down and slipped
into his belly button and gouged.

Sole put his face into Ibath's and licked it, "You call me a traitor! How
dare you!"  Sole's arm pressed, his whole body pressed into Ibath.

Ibath's sucked in air and was afraid to let any out. He gulped and Sole's
knife found its way through him. The pin feeling enlarged and expanded,
crushing his belly button. With this hunk pressed into him and the hunk
attached to a knife that was embedded deep in his folded belly, Ibath could
do no more but enjoy it. His dick expanded to touch Sole's belly button and
he shot loads and loads. He was pushed into the wall and his body, parts of
it, became one with it. He gulped longingly. "I loved you."

"Yeah me too," Sole shoved and drove his whole being into Ibath, "Die a
betraying dog."  Sole put his head on Ibath's shoulder but as Ibath slid
down, Sole brought him to his chest, his head leaning on Sole's shoulder
but lopping to his chest. Sole kept the knife in Ibath as Ibath slowly
fell. Then he unstuck him. Ibath yelped. He ungrabbed Sole's shoulders and
his hands showed the intense pain as they tensed in nerves. His hands made
claws. His neck showed veins. His mouth grimaced. He shook slightly but
remained still in one place for a moment. Ibath sank and as he did he put
his hands onto Sole's shoulders again to keep himself from falling. His
mouth found Sole's chest and dripped. He was sliding down the young hunk
blond. Sole was impassive, letting him. Watching, with the slightest of
smiles. Then he kept a straight, serious face as Ibath looked up from
Sole's waist and searched light blue eyes for mercy and found...none. Sole
stared with hollow eyes. Ibath gripped Sole's hips and further down, his
thick legs. Finally Ibath gasped. Sole shoved the knife in again, leaning
over. And pulled out. Ibath fell onto his legs and crumpled. Last
gasp. Last show. Sole was not sure which came first. He kicked Ibath and
then turned to watch what else was going on.

Galor, DaSky, Elin-a little guy with tough written all over him, Steolas-a
slick black haired Greek, and Zuic-a thick but defined bellied and tall
Zulu with a spear, and others were finishing off once and for all, all the
Nolo warriors and trainers. All went before the sword, spear and knife. All
went down. All died in pain in their belly buttons. As Nolo would have
wanted it.




In the corridors around the arena, Pare ran. Percival ran ahead of
him. Pare became unable to see who was who and what was where. It grew dark
as they went into the arena, only the light from passing open gateways and
cells into the arena itself. It looked to Pare as if things were under
control out there, at least under the control of Trio's side. Now to find
Perival. Pare removed his sword and moved around a stone center, deeper
into the arena back alleys. It was like a maze. He ran but stopped as he
heard the sounds of fighting. Sounded like guards. It could be his side or
the other side. He had to be careful for he was alone.

Percival was ahead but he ducked into an alcove when he heard, ahead of
him, the sounds of fighting. He thought he saw Nolo men running
past...unaware they were racing to their deaths at the swords and spears of
Casm and Eacho's small group. Percival found the alcove was not a dead
end. It lead someplace. He smiled as he went through it but was sure
someone saw him and followed him inside. He ran. He panicked and then ran
faster. He came out on the other end but raced headlong into a sword that
was held straight out. His bellybutton obliterated on its point. His body
pierced.

"Oh. Oh I...I..."

Pare looked at him, serious faced. He looked genuinely shocked. "Percival!
Percival, don't move. I...I wouldn't have done this...I thought..."

Percival looked at his belly and beneath, his growing penis, "It might be
the first one in a long time..."

"It's not so bad," Pare lied, "I...I'll just let it out..."

Percival shut his eyes, "I deser....serve this. I told on you about the
escape...."

"Don't worry about it now."  Pare said, "I know Ibath probably made you."

"Y---yeah, he did but I was thinking," He opened his eyes, "Oh it hurts
man. It's so cool, Pare, like...any....sorry."

"Percival, I don't want this. I wouldn't have hurt you no matter what,
I'm...I'm so sorry," Pare started to move the sword out. He knew it was
deep. As he did, something moved his sword from the side and raised
Percival off his feet into the air.

"Ahhhh!"  Percival gasped, "Whatre you don?"

Behind Percival was another, a larger man. Who's sword was rubbing against
Pare's and making the sword rise in the air as he pushed. From the shadows
came the figure...Arn. Pare yelled, "You! You are the Main Master."

"I'm Arn," he smiled, "And you...are no match for me."  He swung Pare's
sword with his own and Pare tried to block, Percival still attached to it,
his body now fully pierced onto it, sliding on it. Percival screamed and
then his whole body went limp, arms dropped, legs stopped kicking a death
jive.

Pare swung the sword and kicked out at Arn, driving him back a bit. He then
pointed his sword downward and Percival, still alive and whimpering, slid
off. Then he kicked again and again and went still as Pare faced Arn, "I'm
gonna kill you!"



"Dream on little spic," Arn said.

Above, Ivo stopped as he reached the wall and over it. Aoi and Bazian close
behind him climbed up, both on their hands and knees. Aoi stood up but
Bazian stayed on his knees holding his spear at the ready. Ivo looked and
gestured toward Nolo. Around Nolo were ten large body guards, wearing only
bones for loin cloths.  Ivo turned back to them and then to Aoi, "Come on
up, we've got some points to make with you..."

TO BE CONTINUED...