"Certainly, brother." Shah-Nahul looked to the other gladiators.
"Some of you-", he said, "-are weak. You do not hear the drums of battle deep within your hearts. Some of you will break, driven mad with fear and sorrow. I have seen this thing many times. Do not lose hope, brother."
There was a loud CLANG as Shah-Nahul slammed a hand against his breastplate.
"For I have seen men such as you rise to great heights as often as I have seen them fall to deepest depravity. Stand strong, brother, and fate is yours to command."