Reinforcements

Trent brought his wrist to the mouth once again, "don't just let the gladiator in here, tell every prisoner they'll gain their freedom if they help us here."

The person on the other side wasn't too sure, their hesitance to do what they're asked wasn't hidden well. So Trent shouted one more, which made them scramble for controls.

Their only advantage was the fact that they had numbers on their side. With the prisoners fighting alongside them, their win was basically guaranteed, at least that's what he concluded anyway.

They were getting their asses handed to them by kids he surmised weren't much older than Isaac, it was embarrassing to say the least. If it were his prime days, he could've handled all these people by himself, but here he was, struggling against just one.