THE BLOODY REVOLUTION

Jin walked out from the broken down walls, at his sides Renji and Raiger followed. 

He saw the group of gladiators from the west wing and smiled, pleased that his friend had made it out safely. The large arena seemed even more ominous with the lack of people sitting in the stands and the absence of cheers and jeers.

He breathed in and - even with the ash and soot in the air - he was glad for the absence of the crowds, they made everything seem so bleak to him.

Directly behind Jin stood Mia. In her hands was a long object wrapped in cloth, she held onto it tightly, almost reverently, and behind her were all the gladiators from the east wing, they all walked together, some limping and some with bloodied fists, showing that they had fought seriously to get here.

They pulled behind them, a large bag that tinkled and clicked as they dragged in on the floor.