Slaves in this game are Stupid

BAM! Sounds of swords clashing plate metal. Steel against steel. Shouts of alarm echo throughout the slave pens' many chambers. Slavemasters frantically ready their polearms while talking in excited tones to one another. The slaves, obviously intrigued by the deviation from routine, continue hammering their pickaxes into nothing while listening to their masters' conversations. Has the day finally occurred? Has a group of brave adventures finally pierced the pens' outer walls to destroy the evil that lies within these horrid halls?

"What's going on?" one slavemaster says to another.
"A breach," comes the reply. "A group of assailants have broken through the outer chamber. They've already dispatched the first waves of giant enemy crabs."
"What? Impossible!"

The arrow pierces through the musty air like a bolt of lightning. It digs deep into the slavemaster's side, but the monstrosity views the attack as nothing but a tickle. The two monsters turn toward the short man, clad in plate armor wielding a shield and a glistening one handed sword. The armor is newly polished; the light emanating from it is a welcome sight to the slaves' eyes. We're free! At last! the slaves say to themselves.

"Assist me, slaves!" the slavemaster shouts as he rushes the man in plate.

"Uhm... no, and stuff." is the reply.


Seriously, if I was enslaved by a group of monstrosities, forced to do tiring, backbreaking, repetitious labor day after day after day, and all of a sudden a bunch of guys break into the area and attack the monsters enslaving me, I'm not about to do what they say.

Edit: I was enjoying this post until the end. You can't use that kind of smack here. I hope you enjoy my edit.