Once again, the half-dwarf girl, Sheryl, snapped. She was not particularly close with the group leaders who had died at Johnson's hands but, she herself knows the struggles of trying to stay alive on the hellish farm.
The explosion of Sheryl's magic causes a huge hole in the cage, letting Johnson target the filthy spectators.
"Isn't this bad? The monster is coming our way."
"Fret not, dearest spectators, for we have our men on standby in case something like this happens."
The administration called in their several men on standby. Everyone has a weapon on hand. They rushed to the spectators' side, catching Johnson's
attention.
"Krrrr! Krrrr!"
The men flinched upon meeting Johnson's bloodshot eyes. Still, they did not back down. The group of men fastidiously surrounded the monster.
"Just like what we always do! Aim for Johnson's legs, and render him immobile!"
