He ignored the other participants as he was waved over to the entrance to the arena's interior, barely opening his eyes to see the way, the dull roar of the crowd in the stands above him doing nothing to improve his mood. The guard said something about blades and covers. Handy grunted. He gripped his glaive and stepped passed the guard as he opened the door to let him out and into the open. He winced and screwed his eyes shut further as the sound of the crowd's cheer washed over him as some asshole announcer with a too-loud voice said something regarding 'the human' and 'Gethrenia'. He wasn't really listening. Thankfully for everyone involved, some astute weather griffons had ensured there was enough cloud cover in the intervening time to prevent Handy the human torch from blinding everyone present.