There was an awkward pause, he looked straight into Lil's eyes and snorted. Turning his back on her, he couldn't believe her hypocrisy. She was always against killing, but if it was convenient for her she was clearly all for it.
Of course Jin wasn't going to give into her primal needs. He had his self and family to think about, he couldn't imagine what they'd do to his family if he killed one of them. He'd been selfish all this, why would he stop now.
"Did that idiot just snort at me, hey!! Dammit!" She was fuming. With Jin ignoring her, it only made matters worse.
"Lil, calm down will you? You know his situation, no matter how much you want to ignore it." Zak told her sagely.
"Oh yeah? If he wants to be understood he can say something!"
Their conversation wasn't heard, fortunately for them. The crowd drowned out anything that wasn't cheering for the gladiator or the rich brat brave enough to enter the ring.
"No son of mine is a wimp. Come on, go on." The father shouted proudly as his son hesitantly entered the ring.
Although he'd seen this before, the gladiator wasn't exactly allowed to fight with all his strength against other rich people. He was still very nervous going up against a technologically advanced human being, the first of his kind.
Though he wasn't allowed to fight with his all he was still required to give them a show. Let a few hits in, make it seem like a real challenge.
He remembered the first time this was sprung upon. He also saw it as a chance to hit them where it hurt, but that didn't work well for him. He spent the next days in the hole, with a warning that if he did anything of that sort, his family was at a greater risk.
That's also the time he completely give in to them. If his defiance threatened his family's wellbeing, it wasn't worth it in his eyes.
He stood on the other side, waiting for the boy who walked slowly towards him as if he'd already soiled his pants. When he realised however they the gladiator was rooted on his spot, he gained a little bit of confidence.
"Do something, stop this!" There was no excitement or joy in the father's voice any longer. It was replaced with inexplicable fear.
All thise stationed to guard the place were now running towards the ring. Every other prisoner on there were shouting for Jin to finish him off and quickly before he was stopped.
He didn't need to take many steps before he reached the young man, he swerved from left to right connecting his punches on both sides of his ribs. The kid could do nothing but cry, he was now coughing up blood.
He cursed his father for convincing him to take part in this charade. He wasn't even a decent fighter by Sanctauri standards, he just took up the challenge to impress his father. And of all the times the puppet killer gladiator to go rogue, it was when he decided to show off.
He'd stopped shielding his body, he'd stopped trying to dodge. Then he felt a pain shot up through his spine, he tried to turn but he couldn't. His legs felt like he was standing on spaghetti, they gave up trying to hold his impossible wait.
His body fell and went limp on the ground. The guards reached Jin, but he didn't stop for them. He felt like a different kind of being when they approached him, like he wasn't all there.
"Dammit. Hold him down!"
"I can't, he's too—ahhhhhhhhh." His arm was ripped from its socket.
The others ran out of the ring and locked the gate behind them. They were able to buy enough time to get the young man out of there, as for their colleague, they said a silent prayer for him. As he screamed, each one of his limbs getting ripped from his torso.
"This place is disgusting." Kiro whispered.
They were at the very back of the crowd. Hiro had his eyes wide open, it didn't seem like he was breathing either. Tears trickled down his face.
"That's my dad." He said softly.