Aiden froze while processing the information that these pencil-pushers want to fight him. He would indulge them with a fight without hesitation, but he was afraid that they are too brittle, and he will cripple them unintentionally. It's not that he cares about their health, but he assumed that Sarah had some plan for them. Maybe they don't need their limbs, Aiden thought.
Aiden was not sure if he should laugh or cry. Out of everyone, Gavril picked him?
Others who were lined up in the hope to be picked were pitying the poor man who had no idea that he got himself in big trouble.
"What about the others?", JoAnna asked, breaking the silence and gesturing toward people that stood close together in the hope to get a piece of the action. "The ones who fight will stay, while others can help carry these chairs and other equipment so that there is space for a match."
