The master regarded the servant with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, so now those bastards seek to gain my favor? Bah, anyways, I don't drink. All I need is water. You don't get to my age by drinking all sorts of alcohol, you know." The master said has he took a swig from his water pouch and turned back to the pit.
Delvarus wrenched his left axe out of the corpse of the last of the three warriors. They were easy kills, about as close to warm-ups to one such as him. His true opponent, the main event, should be arriving soon. As his though was concluded, the doors the three came out of opened once more.
Four figures exited the dark waiting room, from this distance Delvarus could make out the weapons they carried; The first, and seeming leader, wielded a long and slender spear as well as a small shield. The second held two short curved blades. The third, aimed a bow at him, he laughed at that. The forth and final seemed to carry a staff of sorts, upon further inspection, the staff appeared to be two blades fused at the hilt; a twinblade, how quaint.
The four figures halted several yards away from the gladiator, the lead spoke, proving herself as female "We are the triari, and we shall be your downfall, monster." Delvarus laughed again; as opposed to charging them he simply smiled.
"Fancy name, fancy armor, fancy weapons. Tell me, will your blood glitter when I gut you?" Delvarus sneered at the group, this isn't the first crew of high-rider nobles to challange him. And with any luck the master will be dealt with by the time he's done. "I've fought your ilk before, it never ends well for them. But you made your choice, no turning back now. Pray to your bastard gods while you can." With that, Delvarus charged.