"Six guys?" Kendrick remarked, cracking his knuckles as he eyed the dudes lined up across the ring. "Piece of cake."
"You only fight two per round," Chaob volunteered, having designated himself their guide for the event.
"How many rounds?"
"Three per night, until all the challengers are gone. We fought nine groups, Acat and I," Chaob boasted. "Our female was in high demand."
"How many do we have?" Kendrick asked.
"Lucky for you, the scent of your seed clung to the female when she was captured. Only three sets of challengers stepped forth. The first two pairs will not be hard to beat; Bola, however, is a beast."
"Great. So let me get this straight again. We get the challengers to cry uncle and we walk out of here with Ruth."
"After you mark her, then yes. You will be allowed to leave."
"And we don't have to change her into anything?" Kendrick asked.
"So long as she keeps our secrets, the choice is yours."