Eryx reentered the Arena with little progress, he'd extended the gear to his forearms only through how fast he could work. He was clean in with a fresh jacket, his white hair combed carefully to leave nothing astray. He had a small line of blood running from the corner of his lip but anyone who looked out the door as he entered would see guardsmen being helped away by others.

'Faster.' Was the only thing that came to mind. To think that such weak people could land the blow they did was insufferable and filled him with an internal rage. He stepped down into the arena after carefully folding and setting his jacket where he'd sat before, tossing his shirt on top of it so the only thing on his torso was the pieces of gear on his arms and hands.

"Fine then." He mutters, his voice cold and hollow as he stepped down. "If you're going to make me warm up anyway lets fight and get it done." He had been working and didn't appreciate the escort, one of the guardsmen had thought it a smart idea to try and grab Eryx by the elbow. "Who's stepping down here?"