"Like lambs to the slaughter," Volrath chuckled to himself as the new slaves entered. He only gave them a passing glance as he kept his focus on the opponent before him, leaning to his left as a quick overhand strike attempted to hit him square on his thick skull...something he had anticipated. Backing up, he avoided another slash at his abdomen, and then a quick jab. The jab he spun out of and towards his foe, letting his shield drop as he came about, wrapping his now free arm about the man's throat in a choke hold, holding him still as he dropped his training sword and pummeled the man's face with his fist until he heard a soft crack and saw the satisfactory spit of blood and teeth from his mouth. Dropping the unconscious man to the ground, he gave the new arrivals a better look.<br/><br/>Two of the new arrivals stuck out the most to Volrath...a Roman with the look of a soldier about him, and a wild female...one that Volrath knew in an instant would never be tamed as a slave. Such women were valued highly in his tribe, seen as Valkyries given human form. Doubtless the Romans had no respect for such qualities. "More Roman whore-son's brought to the grinder of flesh and bone I see... pity they could not travel to the North and find some true warriors," he said with a grunt passing a look to the Celt, one of the few with whom he had a grudging respect, what might pass as a friendship even with Volrath. Their cultures were still vastly different and strange to each other, but still much more similar than that of Rome. The fact that he was not a Roman and was a great warrior also went a long way to gain Volrath's favor.