Calm down.
Rodeh breathed a heavy sigh as the attendant helps him into his tunic. The only reason the sturdy dwarf needed any help was the bindings that were keeping him in his place. The magic that subdued him when needed was being used more often, the stifling Collar pulsed a nagging pain almost constantly now. He could feel the red rage boiling inside of him. This was what he got for staying alive? Being forced to wrought more destruction, pain, agony, and death? This was his reward for using all the skills his father taught him?
THIS??
Calm.
He glanced over to his side to see the two others next to him being outfitted in the same, ridiculous outfits. He couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself. They looked like damn puppets, and that's what he felt like they were too. Atrius, a wry fighter that seemed deft on his feet and had a great knack of staying alive, was next to him. Though they hadn't battled each other, yet, Rodeh had heard of this one's fighting prowess. No doubt Atrius had heard of the loudmouth dwarf as well.
Looking down the line, he saw Q'ynn, the Invoker. As Atrius, he had not had the pleasure of fighting this one in the Arena, but Rodeh doubted that he would want to. This one uses powers that were beyond the stout little Warden's comprehension, much to his own chagrin. But this one had stayed alive, like the other two locked in the portcullis with him, and for that, Rodeh had great respect for the human and half-elf. The others, though, Rodeh wondered what had become of them...
The smell of blood invaded his nostrils as the attendants came back again, this time carrying dragon-faced masks. As one approached Rodeh, his eyes went wide and for a moment and the dwarf forgot about his calming tactics.
"Oh for the love of the Nine Hells, do we have ta go prancin' about like a bunch'a fairies before we take heads off! Just you wait until I take dat mask and stuff da pointy end weer *smuff nue Uff*" The attendant shoved the mask over Rodeh's mouth and sneered at him as he pulled it down, temporarily silencing the insults. The dwarf responded in turn with a large smile, then spit in his face. He looked over at his three comrades that day, dragon-faced costume and all, and shrugged.
"I guess we be easy targets," Rodeh said, summoning his armor to him, "But that be kinda the point in my case."