"We..." Hanzo paused, "will resist." He said with a lowered face, looking up at the tall man before him.
"Your strength is too miniscule to make a difference..." Thaddeus slowly walked forward, his footsteps sending waves of Aura pulsing through the theater.
'Is he doing this on purpose?' Malon thought to himself, feeling the subtle ripples all around the hall.
He formed a giant shield, "Guess we have no choice..."
Hanzo pulled his bowstring back, 'A lost limb huh...' He thought to himself for a split second.
"WAIT!" A piercing scream echoed from the stage.
All four men standing before the arena looked up at who made the noise.
The auctioneer quickly rushed over to the slave line.
All of the slave women were facing the ground, but one had her head raised.
With a face reddened by tears, she screamed for her friends to be spared:
