Kysen pops his neck, and draws his Thwack Hammer.
"Is there a chance of survival for all? Doubtful, but we'll see..."
"You there!" Shouts on of the gremlins, "If you ask me, you'll show no mercy to any of the other-"
"AND DID I ASK FOR YOUR ADVISE?!?!"
The gremlin pulls back, and runs.
Kysen chuckles.
I was pushed into a platform, which rose to the arena. The canons fire, and I run quick, to the nearest source of water, not even bothering for the weapons. I got my trusty blade. I bend down quickly, grabbing a water bottle, then brush water from the creek. I grab on to a branch, then swing myself on to a tree. I got myself busy, and painted myself with mud, water and leaves. After that, I glanced to the right, and saw..... A person in stranger cloak, sleeping. I lean over, then poke him. "Psst! Want an alliance?"