Beauty’s lips quirked. Hopefully they’d brought Sparky again. If anyone could piss off the Pelv, it was the crazy human.
“Today’s match will be melee,” the Pelv continued. “Fighters have only to stay alive until the second klaxon to consider themselves winners. May the best fighters win.”
Beauty lifted his arms as the Pelv finished speaking, fists clenched in his only salute to the crowd. They roared again, but then the sound was drowned out by the start klaxon.
He whirled around as battle was joined. The ranks of the fighters broke apart, the T3s in a group near the entrance screaming and running as their guards stepped out of the arena. He didn’t pay them any mind. They’d either hide or fight and die. None of them had much chance with the other levels on the sands.
For a moment he fe
