In the light of day, when they stood up, Calah glanced down at Willow's lower body a few times. In her skimpy outfit, it was difficult to hide that she was packing more than common down there (perhaps there were some morning swelling as well). Although a little puzzled, she did not seem to mind.<br/><br/>The other fighters, some having spent a few days here, had all their attention on Willow's words. Of course, there were veteran gladiators in and around the amphitheatre as well, but they were not sharing this cell; there would surely be combatants with months or years of experience. Anyway, when Willow laid out her plan, the people present responded.<br/><br/>One by one, they bravely stood up. "We will fight together." said one.<br/><br/>"Together." said another.<br/><br/>"Together." said the rest.<br/><br/>Willow had roused her team, so when the gnolls came along they found a different atmosphere in the cell than they might have been expecting. They continued with their usual procedure nonetheless. The cell was opened and the group of gladiators were led down some halls, passing other cells, to an armory.<br/><br/>"Pick your gear," said a dragonborn male. Willow could see various parts throughout the room, be it shields, leathers, chains or a few dented plates. There were swords and axes, clubs and glaives and many other assorted weapons for a melee.<br/><br/>You can pick just about any mundane weapon here.