"Stop this bullshit! Don't take me for a fool guys! You guys have come this far and we have all struggled with some of you losing an arm or a leg, don't tell me that you will just sit by as I take all the legacy that was left by the bastard of this place for myself!..." Felix paused for a moment before he continued,
"I am not a retardant or a simpleton, thus, I suggest that we fight and the last man standing takes the chair." Felix said. A wide grin was plastered on his face as his hands were stretched out wide, between the fingers of his right hand, he was holding a lit up stick that Malam gave him.
Silence prevailed until Malam's voice sounded ones more.
"How are we going to go about it?... Are you that afraid that there might be a last trial before you get the chair and this trial will make you so weak after finishing it up and that we might kill you and get the chair for ourselves?"
