Years past and thr number from the village and to a greater extent the chain gang, dwindled. There was a few that stayed alive but each passing year there was less and less. New chains came in and many didnt last over a month.
The older brother and the younger, along with 2 other warriors from the village were still alive after the 15 years of being there.
Bulvado, he was a strong looking man from the second village. Dark skinned compaired to most but very large. Also known in the arena for only swinging his large two handed sword, which he did one handed, once.
Que sun was another of the survivers. He came in a later chain then the brothers but had become vlose with the young. He was from asia, which ment most taunted or just treated him with hatred. The younger was the onlu one who was truely kind. Que was a smaller man but very fast. His time within the arena was quick.
"We need to wait a bit more. Its not time yet." The older spoke to the other three. They were sat in the long room. The brothers on one side, the others across from them. They were all huddled foward talking.
"We should move as soon as possible, tonight?" Que proposed.
"But what if we are caught?" The younger asked. He was a good fighter but lacked the confidance of one.
"Better then dieing here." The older said with so much conviction the other the nodded.
A guard turned up at the arena end of the hall and shouted for the older, he grabbed his blades and walked off.
"Tonight." He waved.
