Taking advantage of the distracted horror, Danny slipped cautiously through the crowded pen until he could reach Colleen. With a hand on her back and his attention on the guards, steered her towards Misty. Reuniting with them was a small relief, though their situation probably couldn't be much worse. Scowling, arms crossed, he watched the farce played out in the arena. There was crying, begging, and blood. The crowd seemed to eat it up, and the more keyed up they were, the more detritus was rained down on the prisoners in the energy pen. Another captive was dragged out and the whole thing began anew.
"It's bloodsport," Danny muttered angrily, "A slaughter." The second fight lasted a little longer, but only because the captive's competitor toyed with its prey. It even had a weapon. The spectators howled their appreciation as the torture continued and Danny winced when the unarmed fighter had her head cut off. This was sick.