The woman ahead readies her stance as she prepares to hold her ground - a warrior, then. Someone deserving of a fine death, finer than can be afforded by the mauling, savage dogs that roamed the arena. Gannicus continues to circle, as much intrigued as anything, and closes the distance in his slow, wide arc with each step.

"More often than not. I have called many arena my home," He calls back casually through the veil of fog between them. He's close enough now to make out her hair, her features - fine, probably deadly. Gannicus grins as he briefly spreads his arms wide, both mocking and inviting. "Panem provide but one more."