At the first sign of trouble (well, more trouble than they were apparently already in), Danny rushed towards the cell door, but found the way impeded. An elderly two-headed man with mottled orange skin and four arms was using one of those hands to hold Danny still and had another clamped over Danny's mouth. Tense and frowning, he waited, Misty's shout and Colleen's worry crackling in his ears. He found it difficult not to struggle, not to fight, but he thought somehow that the man was trying to help him.
It was only when the cell door opened and the prisoners began filing out at the barked command of a guard that the man let Danny go and this to step in front of him into the line, effectively quelling any attempt he might make to escape. Not that there would be an opportunity with the cattle prods all the guards brandished menacingly, their tips crackling with energy that Danny's body instinctively recoiled at the sight of. The prisoners, more crammed into the cell than he'd seen in the darkness, plodded down the low earthen hallway like cattle with bent heads and cowed expressions. Fear shone on some faces, apathy on others, all seemed listless and broken. The only sign of spirit among them were Danny's attempts to look down the hall behind them at the other cell doors where he figured the girls must be. He got a whack from the bottom of a cattle prod for his effort. It was better than being electrocuted, he guessed, but he could feel a bruise blooming on his jaw. Danny got the hint, he kept his head low and his gaze angled upward as their trudge continued. "They're taking us out," he muttered into his earpiece, hoping the others would hear it.
What seemed a dull and distant roar from within the cell grew louder the further along the hall they went, the earth above them reverberating with the stamping of a million feet. The dirt floor sloped upward and the captives broke out of the dimness into the bright lights of an arena, its stands packed with shrieking aliens of all shapes and sizes. The screams increased in intensity at the sight of the slaves. Trash from the crowd rained down on them as they were herded into a large electrified pen on the edge of the arena. Danny only spared a cursory glance for the ring; he was no stranger to coliseum fights- they were a rite of passage and regular entertainment in K'un-lun. Instead, he anxiously watched the opening in the pen, hoping that Misty and Colleen would be brought here, too.