The night before their first fight in the arena was tense. Ethan and his crew sat together in the dimly lit holding cell, going over their plan. The prisoners around them whispered nervously, casting anxious glances toward the arena beyond. The sound of the crowd outside echoed through the cell, a constant reminder of the fate that awaited them.
"We need to win over the crowd," Ethan said, his voice low but resolute as he addressed his crew. "That's the first step. If we give them a show, we might get a chance to turn this around. But we have to survive the first fight."
Tazra, always ready for a challenge, crossed her arms and leaned against the cell wall. "Whatever they throw at us, we can handle it. We've taken down Imperials, mercenaries, and space horrors. This is just another fight."
