Page 32 of Escape from Amazdom

But Fej is no ordinary opponent. His movements are swift and fluid, evading Champ's charge with uncanny agility. My breath catches in my throat as Fej's fist connects with Champ's side, the impact resonating with a sickening thud.

The Zebos audience erupts into cheers, their bloodlust fueled by the display of raw power and brutality. My gaze flickers from the fight to the sea of faces around me. Not everyone is cheering. Some wear expressions of concern, even doubt.

As the fight rages on, my attention shifts between the chaotic battle in the arena and my imprisoned friend.

Our eyes meet, and she glances at her hands. Excitement and hope erupt in my chest. How the hell does she still have one of those beads?

Our eyes meet again, and we smile. Then Liz subtly nods at Tebos as he cheers with the crowd while Fej strikes Champ again.

That's it. If we can send Tebos to sleep, maybe I can find a way to help Champ. How will we do that without one of us falling asleep, though?

As if reading my mind, Liz nods again.

"I'll do it," she mouths.

"Seriously?"

She nods again, and my heart lifts. Tebos turns and glares at us.

"Aren't you watching?" he says as Fej strikes Champ around the face.

Blood spurts out, and my insides tighten.

Fej is winning.

I have to do something.

In my mind, I try to connect with Champ, my desperation and hope carrying my words.

"Find his weakness! Go for his weak spot!"

Champ's head snaps up, his eyes locking onto mine as if drawing strength from my words. He takes a moment to steady himself, his breathing measured. And then, with renewed determination, he springs into action.

Fej's arrogance proves to be his downfall. As Champ closes in, Fej's gaze narrows his focus solely on his opponent. In that moment of distraction, Champ's leg sweeps low, knocking Fej's feet out from under him. Fej crashes onto his back with a resounding thud. Champ doesn't hesitate. He springs to his feet with powerful grace, his muscles coiled like springs ready to unleash their force. A fierce determination glows in his eyes, a promise that he won't relent until he accomplishes his mission.

With a swift and controlled motion, Champ's daunting fists connect with Fej's lower leg. A chilling cry of pain echoes across the arena as Fej writhes in agony, his weakness exposed.

I watch with bated breath as Champ stands tall, his chest heaving with the exertion of the battle. My heart swells with pride and relief, my faith in Champ's strength and resilience justified.

The fight is not over yet, though. Fej shakes himself off and somehow manages to get to his feet.

"Champ will never win," says Tebos, turning to us.

"Not unless he's as strong as you," says Liz, smiling as she scans Tebos's body. He smirks, his arrogance oozing from every pore.

"At least one of you has some sense," he says, moving towards Liz.

That's it, Liz, distract the stupid fool.

"I've heard all about your fighting skills. It must take a real tough guy to be one of Fej's favorites."

As the interaction unfolds, my heart pounds in my chest. Liz is daring to turn the tables in our favor.

Liz's hand slides down her side as she steps closer to Tebos, her gaze never leaving his.

"Tell me, big guy, do you have the same tastes as Fej?"

Tebos raises an eyebrow, intrigued.