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The audience took up the Wolf's words, turning them into a chant. "New prey! New prey! New prey!"

"Waitwaitwaitwait!" Milo yelled at the booth. "No armor? Or weapons?" he was very tempted to ask if they wanted them to die, but he figured he already knew the answer.

It was a miracle anyone heard him, but the man responded. "None of you deserve armor! You might have gotten some, but someone decided to break out of their chains early. No one likes an uncooperative fighter. As for weapons, there's some scattered in the sand, but I doubt you'll live long enough to find them," he added cheerfully. "Have fun!"

With that the crowd once again erupted, and the bars separating their cell from the arena were lifted, allowing them access. A cell on the other side did the same thing, and out slipped the snake-cat from before. It started to pace along the circumference of the arena, its mouth open in a snarl. Venom dripped from its large teeth, sand steaming where it fell to the ground. Two more snake-cats stalked out, albeit slightly smaller than the first one. They, however, didn't move much, simply watching the trio with unblinking eyes.