What stated back were the black, almost lifeless holes in the helmet he himself wore. He relaxed his position, placing the butt of his trident in the ground, and lowering his shield. His form seemed to slump, and he nodded to the one who intervened as a "thank you." "Fighting to the death? How many people have you slaughtered? Did you know their name? I didn't. A terrible thing, the arena was. To kill over an insult is... It's..." He struggled to think of the words, before deciding to call it quits and simply sigh. He'd seen people do worse for less, but it still put him on edge. "Did you truly call for a fight? Willingly throw yourself into battle?"