Aiden glared at the guards that came close to his cell, knowing he was in the tournament for tonight. Muttering something in his natural tongue when they opened his cell pushing him out. He kept moving watching as, other men were pulled out some other roman people that had been put here. A slow breath escapes his lips, seeing his armour, he walked into the room just for the door to shut.

"Do this only to survive nothing else nothing more let them know the Celt will not bow down to them." With that he started strapping it to himself. One of the things he knew from one of the guards that helped him was this was going to be an unfair fight with it in the opponents hands or paws he had fought beasts in that arena. He watched as other men stepped in, looking at him before going about there own stuff.

Looking at the other men, he didn't give them much thought though working with them would help there chances of surviving, but he only knew Celtic language not roman he had refused to learn only a few Romans were willingly to learn his tongue and translating it for his other guards. "Well let's hope we survive this," he grabbed his sword ready for what was to come.