From Slave To Ruler

"Plan... Um, I don't quite have a solid plan yet." Made it Tybalt clear. With the raging burden in his heart growing stronger, his main goal is to end whoever did him wrong. But he didn't quite think out a stable plan yet. But after he gave it a little thought, he pointed out. "Our first move should clearly be to escape this hellhole, everything else comes after."

Although they are risking so much by simply meeting up here, talking about a blank plan, Aldrich wasn't mad about it. Because when Tybalt pops up in his mind, the title would be "emotionally damaged man. Who would know what could be going through Tybalts mind? It's not easy losing family. So Aldrich continued to show Sympathy for Tybalt. In Fact he wanted to help him so much more, but what else could he do? Aldrich kindly added. "I suppose after we escape the Arena grounds we should move in the shadows, we can't take on the entire Patrol Guard Platoons!"

"What are you talking about Aldrich? Of course we can take them!"Triggered at such a thought, which in a way felt like hiding from the enemy and granting them superiority, Tybalt couldn't help but yell his first sentences out. After realizing that he was being too loud, he Immediately lowered his tone. "These fools likely sleep on the job throughout their shift. Plus you have been training your a.s.s off these days, these Guards will just be practice for us." Tybalt had a good points here and there, but in this case he would be just playing dumb brave. You just can't take on four platoons of Patrol guards, It's nothing but asking for death. Its suicidal. 

Even throughout this type of topic when reasoning doesn't appear like an option, Aldrich continues to reason with him! I mean what understanding could they reach, if they started yelling at each other in the middle of the night? Alarming any Guard to dash in or even getting Gold Hungry Ground Tappers or Sharp Eyes(Ironic I know but Sharp Eyes are Level 2 in Arena Ranks) reporting their plans to the closest Guard in the morning. Yelling is simply a risk not worth taking and it would just completely blow up there cover. 

"Tybalt I realise that we are skilled, but if we couldn't do anything against them when we had 20 BearBloods in the crowd when they were killing our families in front of us, and even when we first enter the arena with the rest of the BearBloods when we could all grab a Weapon, we can't possibly take them on now. I even heard that most of the Army is in or around the Kingdom. We just don't have enough Manpower!" now at this point, Aldrich is correct on each aspect. A wise man once said, "You can't push a wall with your head." In some cases, quantity outmatches quality. Here the quantity is heavy, but the quality count, ehhh... Very small!

Considering Aldrich as a worthy ally and friend, Tybalt decided to tame his over exaggerated bravery. " I suppose you are right... I trust you." A difficult thing to say to someone after witnessing his family get slaughtered and r.a.p.ed. Aldrich had nothing to do with it of course, but simply putting trust to anyone after such trauma is difficult. "So moving in the shadows it is!"

Satisfied that Tybalt finally came to his senses, Aldrich smiled and persisted. "You've had the chance to have a better look at the training yard, have you found a way of escaping? A spot that isn't guarded maybe?" With himself spending 15 hours a day training to win in the Arena Battle Grounds or at least against the true enemy, he didn't exactly have time to scope the area for possible escape opportunities.

A bit displeased of what he found out already, wearing an exhausted look on his face, he claimed. "Oh there isn't any edge unguarded. This training yard is tighter with Guards than the Kings treasury."

"Well in that case, maybe I can help!"