"We're going to die while trying to escape or die living in this place. We might as well die fighting."
A heavy silence settled over the square.
Back then, fighting to the death had been nothing more than a fool's dream because they never stood a chance. But now, with capable people standing beside them... that dream suddenly felt possible.
"That damn bastard..." Suddenly, a man hissed as he marched toward the crawling captain. "You bastard!"
He grabbed the captain by the shoulder, flipped him onto his back, and drove his fist straight into his face.
"Motherfucker!" he roared, and struck him with a punch.
And another one. Then another one until everyone lost count.
Everyone watched as years of hatred poured out with every blow.
As if a dam had broken, the timid prisoner who had been forced to fight earlier suddenly screamed.
"You bastard!"
Still sobbing, he rushed over, shoved the other man aside, climbed on top of the captain, and began raining punches down on him.
