Henri had slowly been moving toward the tattered remains of the ruined net that had been dropped on him, and the steel helm and pauldrons his assailant had been wearing, after stuffing his dislodged eye into his mouth for safe keeping. With only one arm, and barely functioning legs, movement toward the much needed raw materials had been tedious, slow, and beyond enraging.

If he somehow remained "alive" after this, he would have the singularly most corrosive discourse with that elf woman she had ever had, he guaranteed it.

He had just closed in on the head of the fallen lout, when the gates opened, the announcers barked even more bullshit, then released yet more attackers into the ring.

Would they have to exhaust the entire gladiatorial compliment to get out of this?  No-- An acidic discussion would not be sufficient. He would send her the repair bills too. The costs to restore his shell to proper function after this much abuse, just for the raw materials alone, would not be cheap. "Wreckless endangerment of a royal courtier" seemed a suitable charge to make the demand hold bite.

He did not have long to consider just how exactly, he would get the elf woman to pay for the damages her mad scheming had caused him before a large hairy oaf with shaggy fur came barreling toward him.  

Working with a little more expediency, he melted the steel off the corpse of the fallen freak of nature, burning the face to an unrecognizable charred husk in the process as the steel turned white-orange and liquid, then swirled up into his broken shell, taking new shape as more make-shift replacements for the shattered ceramic of his face, shoulder and arm. His torso was still damaged, so he fused the shield on his back to himself for added reinforcement, before the remaining bits of his clothes burst into flames.

He could not really fight in this condition, but he could make it very unpleasant for this fool to try and grapple him at least-- He heated his body up to a searing high temperature, but not enough to soften his structures. With any luck, it would buy him time while he continued his crawl toward more raw materials.