Grant’s perspective:

The cage door creaks open. Tulsa hobbles out first, giving way to his banged-up knee. His face has a tri-lined slash running from ear to chin. The same pattern stretches down his torso, from left shoulder to right thigh. Diego follows, giving heavily to one side. That entire side is littered with puncture wounds. Cleveland passes by rather steady, though a bit slower than usual. When he passes, I can see that his back has only started to heal and cover up ...