As the speech was being spoken by the apparent owner of this arena and the interruption by the other god, Claws really couldn't care less about what happened to Salarus. He wasn't a WILLING competitor, and he decided to take a nap rather than sit through more of a boring speech.
When he woke up, it was much later and he could see battles happening around the humongous arena. He decided to climb the mountain, as the cold did not bother him, and he rather liked the feeling. As he climbed up the mountain a short ways, leaping and swinging utilizing his claws digging into the rocky crags, he saw the battle to his left and the only words that came to his mind to describe it were "hot mess". He climbed another direction, up and towards the battle, and landed on a ledge to watch the battle. It was something to do, and he wondered which side was winning, the three that seemed to be ganging up on the seemingly stronger other one, or Arthur.