On the killing floor, before the assembled masses the gladiators prepare for battle… David strikes first, swinging his mace with deadly accuracy… Stunned, Michael throws his daggers at his opponents… Bloodied, broken, from hell’s heart Coyote spits at thee Will no one join our bloody conflict? Are your livers lillied and aspects yellow? Until next…

The stage was set, the battle begun… Notnits fires a sniper rifle from 1500 yards… Michael sets the targeting coordinates on his mortar launcher… Coyote Squirrel lays a series of trip mines This week, three entered the fray. Last week’s border skirmish has now turned into full-scale combat. How many will do battle next week?