Reed is one of the players who is yet to have any fight in the arena.
A female guard who had a rough face moved around the prisoners to pick out who was meant to go to the arena. Reed silently stepped back and hid himself behind Lucian while silently praying, 'Please don't pick me.' He visibly shook as the guard moved past Lucian towards him; his eyes, which were widened in fear, quickly expressed a sudden confusion as the guard side-stepped him to where Draven was, sitting on the ground with his back resting against the wall.
"Get up!" The guard ordered, making Draven pull up his face that was buried in his folded arms.
"What?" Draven asked with an anxious voice, refusing to believe that he's the one. His arm fell from his folded knees as he tried to push backwards, but the hard surface against his back kept him from moving.
"I don't want to repeat myself. You heard me."
