The room had a hazy quality, light no longer coming in directly through the window but from an undefinable source. Decius removed his armour, which he now realised he had forgotten to take off in the armoury when he had left the arena. He let the segmented metal plates of the arm guard clatter to the floor. His blank, smooth secutor helmet fell alongside it. He looked at the faceless helm, its tiny circular eyes that were its only human feature…

The Pit Dogs: Chapter Three