Laz felt his head spinning a bit, but he held on, not yet ready to give it up. Even if he wanted to, there would be no escape for him.
Currently, Laz had just his sword, the dull end of a spear and the knife at his side. What's more, after having slain the bear and the elephant, the attention of all of the creatures were now on him as they seemed to sense the danger he posed.
The sixteen felines, six bears and now three elephants all turned to face Laz, growling and grunting with anger. His back to the wall, Laz knew his options were quickly running out. In the center of the arena and even more so not far from where he was currently standing, the few remains of the slaves who had run towards him were still there, having at least not lost their weapons in their flight, instead having dropped them without use.
