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Six left.

The half dozen remaining thugs suddenly looked trepidacious and shocked. Even Kendra had a look of mild surprise. Ethan brandished his spear and growled low in his throat.

The thugs took a collective step back.

Ethan looked around The Arena for his war hammer and spotted it right where he'd dropped it. He took a few steps to the right, which put one of the remaining thugs directly between the hammer and himself. He called it to his hand with all his might. The Warhammer swiftly and silently rocketed towards him.

It hit the unaware thug from behind, knocking him forward and off-balance. More importantly, it put his weapons out of defensive position. Ethan took advantage, and a fresh coating of blood adorned his spearhead moments later.

Five left.

The supremely confident thugs of a few minutes ago were replaced with a bunch of nervous bullies who realized they were in over their head.

"Who's next?" Ethan growled.

They looked scared and nervous, all except the one with the larg