"Shoot! Shoot him!"
The guards shouted as they focused their fire on Gravity Hammer.
Gravity Hammer dodged nimbly. His metal Prosthetic Body not only hadn't slowed him down—it had made him even more agile.
After evading the attacks, Gravity Hammer charged before the guards and swung his battle-axe at every enemy in front of him.
After slaughtering one group of guards, Gravity Hammer rushed to another and began hacking again, repeating the cycle over and over.
His movements remained nimble and powerful, as though his stamina would never run dry.
Grot stared at Gravity Hammer in shock as he wiped out every guard in the arena, then charged through another gate. After casually killing the gatekeeper, he rushed into the gladiatorial arena building.
Grot hurried after him.
Only after passing through the gate did he realize this was a prison.
The arena had two gates: one led backstage, while the other led to the prison. Naturally, the prison held those who were about to become gladiators.
There were criminals, Pit Slaves, and civilians acquired through unknown means. Some of them had already been injured during training.
Grot had intended to free them, but Gravity Hammer got there first and chopped apart the chains on every cell door.
Just as Grot thought Gravity Hammer was saving them, Gravity Hammer killed the wounded people who looked upon him with reverence.
"What are you doing?!" Grot demanded furiously.
"I'm truly saving them. Rather than struggle on, these wounded people are better off being released." As Gravity Hammer spoke, he handed out every weapon he could find to the others.
These weapons were torture tools from the prison, or things like tables and chairs.
"That's enough. Come back with me." Grot held out his hand to Gravity Hammer.
"I'm not going back. I'm going