By now Layla and Erin had both fallen unconscious, leaving Amy, Pierogi, Garret, and Jerry to their spoils.
Pierogi walked over to the others, having already checked the status of Earl's body.
"Good news, that jerk, Earl, is unconscious," Pierogi spoke with a vindictive tone, crossing their arms, "Good riddance. It's what he deserves."
"I'm sick of him bossing us around," Amy spat out, stomping her foot down.
That was when she picked up Layla's bow, and an idea popped in her head, "Although… Do we really need him around anymore? We could just steal their beast gear, and sell it, keeping the money to ourselves. With the amount of crystals we've stolen from other teams, I'm sure we'll be set for the week."
"If Earl gets eaten by some beast here, so be it," Garret spoke with venom in his voice before spitting on the ground, "It's what he deserves for breaking your arm, Pierogi."
Pierogi shook, recalling the sound of the crunch, "Eugh, don't remind me."
