Re: Slave Pits
Morgan leads the Avengers and his team quickly, bringing them to a halt. "Prison cells are down that way," he gestures. "And out there..."
Though a gap in the wall, the arena can be seen. A handful of humans, given what might laughably called "weapons", were squaring off against alien beasts. All around, like some ancient Colosseum, Malacandrans were watching and cheering, calling for blood.
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