Gunnar sat in one of the rows of the coliseum alongside the civilians who had come to enjoy the latest match. It was the nord's day off both as a guard, and a gladiator, so naturally he decided to spend the day watching the battles, though, sadly the current battle was rather lack luster. "COME NOW, SPILL THE BEAST'S ENTRAILS! VARNISH THE DIRT WITH HIS BRAINS AND BLOOD!!! WHY DO YOU HESITATE!? IT WILL NOT EXTEND YOU THE SAME COURTESY!" Gunnar snarled, his heavy accent and booming voice ringing above the crowd at the two combatants; one being a greek man who appeared to be in his late twenties, and the other being a fully grown male african lion. Gunnar threw his hands up and hawed in disgust as the lion dashed the man into the dirt and ripped out his throat. "It's as though every new gladiator is nothing more than fodder for the beasts these days, eh Geir?" Gunnar said before reaching out and patting his pet on the side, eliciting a displeasured grunt from the boar as it was forced to turn its attention away from the small sack of truffles that served as its treat. As the lion and corpse were removed from the ring, Gunnar began to toy with the thought of entering himself despite it being his off day, after all, it could very well be the day were he might finally meet someone who could send him to Valhalla.