You duck your head, the knife flying just over your head and cluttering to the floor behind you.


"Good catch," Castus says.


You grab the knife, taking a practice stab.


"What do you think?"


"It's a knife," you say simply.


"Yeah, it is. Do you like it? Does it feel good?" Castus says.


"I don't know anything about knives. Maybe," you say.


"Alright, first, we need to talk. Is anyone watching us? Like, are there cameras?"


"No. Well yes, but they're offline," Olive says, resting her head on the butt of her axe-gun. "What is it?"


"A plan is being formed. We're going to escape."


"Escape?" Olive says, musing. "Who's on our side?"


"We have a large amount of people on our side. Elios, Elizabeth and Durge are bringing the weight of their war-bands, as well as most, if not all, of the Guardsmen here. Then there's the Goliaths and the Tribals, both of whom are with us."


"What...?"


"Because I've done this twice before, I best say. We have no plans yet. They're to be decided. We have literally nothing. We just need to check whether you'll join us. Then, we'll get the leaders together to plan our to take over, and what to do with once we've actually done so."


"Huh. Well, I'm in," Castus says.


"What?" Olive asks, surprised.


"Yeah, I'm in," Castus says.


"We don't know the plan, we don't have any assurances that we won't be back-stabbed as soon as we take over, we..."


"Olive, let's be smart here. If we don't rebel, we'll definitely either be killed fighting Kyros' war, killed trying to put down these fuckers' mutiny, or killed fighting another arena battle for these bastard's amusement."


"If we rebel, we'll almost certainly be killed!"


"Almost certainly is way better than definitely. Plus, we'll get to kill a few of Kyros' bastards before we go down."


"Fine, I'm in, but I... we have a few demands," Olive says.


"Go on," you say.


You know the gladiators will be essential to your plans, so you really need to get them, but still, you don't want to devote to many resources to this issue. 


"I want instant freedom once we take-over. No more being locked up under the arena. I want my men to have free reign to travel around the ship. I want pay, do the men and women who fight and work for the ship actually get something from it. I want an increase in food rations, and better equipment than the shit we're given. I want actual medical care, on top of this."


"That it?" you ask, annoyed with her large demands.


It'll probably take a serious amount of resources to fulfill her request. You have a few options here.


"What a fucking greedy bitch. This fucker needs a dick, I tell you that," Meliodas complains.

You threaten Olive

"No."


"Then I guess we have no deal to make," Olive says.


"No. I don't think you understand the nature of the offer I'm giving you. I'm letting you live. Whenever I want, I could have every single man under your command strangled to death by your collars, blown apart or force you to tear each other apart. You're going to follow my orders, or you're going to die."


"Fine, at least guarantee me that you're not going to have us all killed once the ship is taken."


"Sure, I can promise that," you say.


Olive extends a hand, which you grip and shake extensively. Castus extends his hand, which you grab, but he twists your arm around, causing you to yelp painfully. He kicks away your foot and sends you to your knee, before bringing his sword up to your throat.


"Dead," he says with a smile, before slashing open your throat.


You gargle on your own blood, collapsing backwards.


"Well, that was easy," Castus says.


"Kill those fuckers!" Meliodas snarls.


You raise your hand, focusing your mind, and Castus head snaps back, his neck breaking. Olive's eyes widen, before your send a fireball her way, consuming her in flames. You let out a final, desperate gasp, before your soul fades out.