"Hey man, it's ok, just give up!"
"I can't watch anymore…"
"Who is he? Is he crazy?"
"I'm gonna be sick…"
"Ya, I'm outta here."
Hearing these comments from the crowd, Daneel was going to chuckle, but he was in too much pain to do so.
It was as if there were no more bones inside his body; instead, he was just made up of mush which wouldn't hold together no matter what he did.
Only, he kept finding the strength somewhere to get up and get beaten down.
This was the 10th fight he was having with Skrrag, and by now, he had learned a bunch of things about this place.
Apparently, the Hidden Kill Sect was weird in the fact that it had more non-sect members than actual assassins.
Daneel had only gotten a vague reason for this, but from what he could gather, it was because the training equipment they used needed a lot of manpower to maintain.
Also, there seemed to be a lot of activities which needed human personnel.
Hence, this stadium had been constructed as a past-time for them.
