James wrapped his arm around Tony, holding him close since Steve was trying to keep all of them close enough to protect them. Natasha looked a bit worried about Grant. "are you okay? what did they make you fight?" most of the creatures they had come across where nothing worse than a level three. a level one was something akin to a ghost. annoying but not really harmful. Dire wolves and poltergeists where considered level two, because they could seriously hurt, even kill you. level threes, like the Shadow Lynx and Sand wyrm where exceptionally dangerous. a Quilin was considered a level one because they never attacked unless you where evil, then they where considered a level six. clearly someone had been hoping Grant would just die. bastards. "you should be glad for that Tony." Bruce grumbled. "i got a Demon." he huffed. "it wasn't too hard, apparently demonic powers can't control me unless i'm in were form, the damn thing spit fire at me but i just grabbed a claw from a pile of parts and slit it's throat." he admitted, shaking his head. "that bitch-" he looked up at Mercury. "seamed rather disappointed in my fight since the Demon was held in a circle and couldn't really fight back." he admitted. "people really are stupid sometimes." he admitted. "a Hellhound!? your a demon! why would a hellhound attack you!?" James wondered. "because he's also half angel." Natasha explained. "it reacted to the angelic part." "oh." James shrugged at that and growled when the people passing out food came over to hand them some more water and to take Grant to the medical center. it was hours before the final group came in. the first group had been the exception. in the rest of the groups. only one to six came through the survivors door. in the end, there was only. thirty two people left in a number of over three hundred.
"congratulations on surviving!" Mercury called, smiling ever so happily at them. "tonight, you will rest. tomorrow, the real fights begin." she said, clapping her hands together. "so long as you do as your told, your life can be a pleasant one here." "pleasant!? you sick bitch you just made us fight for our lives and you call this pleasant?!" one of the others yelled, Steve murmuring to his pack to keep their heads down and to not get involved. "yes. very pleasant. unless you'd like to become the first victim?" she asked the man, her tone no longer calm or happy. it was as sharp as ice. "i assure you, there are worse things than death, and being a training Dummy is only one of those things. imagine, never being able to die even while the fighters practice gutting you over and over again." the man who had yelled look sick and subsided, dropping his eyes to stare at the floor, making Mercury smile. "there, you see? this is pleasant, and for some of you, it's better than anything you've ever had before." she admitted. "you will now go to your rooms." she said. "the more fight you win, the better rooms you have." she looked at the pack, eyes alight with greed. "requests to share rooms must go through the guards." she informed them, watching as the guards came through and cuffed everyone into a chain once more.