Chapter 3 Riot (Part 2)
Some of the training instructors fell to their knees, begging for mercy. Unfortunately, this Gladiator School run by Batiatus had long been notorious for its harsh training. Over the years, many gladiators had died on the training grounds. There was no bond of camaraderie between instructors and gladiators—only endless resentment. This was a main reason why they were willing to join Spartacus in rebellion. Thus, without hesitation, they mercilessly stabbed the pleading guards to death, one by one.
"Batiatus has fled!" someone shouted.
Maximus instinctively looked up. Indeed, Batiatus's figure was nowhere to be seen on the balcony of the third-floor building.
"Forget that wicked wolf. Night is falling—we need to escape quickly," Spartacus said in a somber voice. "Antonix, take a few brothers to the kitchen and pack up everything edible."
"Got it."
"Cross, gather some brothers who can fight, and have them put on the armor and weapons from these men."
"Alright."
"Enomai, call a few strong brothers to come with me and break down the main gate," Spartacus continued. "Hamilcar, lead the others to help bandage the wounded comrades. Once the gate is open, bring them along when it's time to leave."
This rebellion had been planned for some time by the gladiators in the school, with Spartacus established as their leader, supported by Cross, Antonix, Hamilcar, and Enomai as key figures. After Spartacus gave his orders, everyone promptly set out to execute their tasks.