Four led the way, giving them a tour of the place. After passing through a tunnel everything opened up to a massive open meeting place, one that got light in from the glass ceilings of the skycraper the Dauntless headquarters was housed in.
In this meeting area, large groups of Dauntless people were whooping and running around animatedly, some of them dancing as several of them drummed on makeshift metal drums. Others were bareknuckle fist-fighting as others gathered around them, rooting them on.
It was a large and seemingly rather aimless ruckus.
"This is The Pit," said Four, "The center of life here in Dauntless."
Raph looked out at it all and made a face that was moderately unimpressed.
"That's almost as much fighting and partying that used to go on back home in the Lair with me and my brothers. Same general ruckus," he muttered to Nico. "The people fighting all have terrible form, though. Pitiful."
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In this meeting area, large groups of Dauntless people were whooping and running around animatedly, some of them dancing as several of them drummed on makeshift metal drums. Others were bareknuckle fist-fighting as others gathered around them, rooting them on.
It was a large and seemingly rather aimless ruckus.
"This is The Pit," said Four, "The center of life here in Dauntless."
Raph looked out at it all and made a face that was moderately unimpressed.
"That's almost as much fighting and partying that used to go on back home in the Lair with me and my brothers. Same general ruckus," he muttered to Nico. "The people fighting all have terrible form, though. Pitiful."