[Before entering the arena...]
Vela'Squath eyed the weapons and armour with its dark eyes. It was pleased with the wide variety of equipment to choose from. Striding towards the nearest set of armaments, he took from the wall a particularly deadly-looking spiked-flail. The ball and chain were a shining steel, and the handle was wrapped in a tough leather. It glistened in the dancing light of the hanging torches nearby. Soon it would glisten with blood.
The alien attached the weapon to a belt it had procured earlier, and moved to take a spatha long sword. Testing it with a flourishing motion, Vela'Squath then placed it on the belt, on its opposite hip.
Moving to the armour section, it took with eager hands a steel-forged chest-plate, and a matching helmet, with an opening in the bottom, exposing the mouth. The Denge put on the helmet, and bore its teeth in an approving snarl. It then put on the plate.
Taking a lightweight iron buckler shield, large for its kind, it tested its weight, before keeping it.
Finally, Vela'Squath returned to the weapons area, and retrieved a single, steel-tipped spear. Tapping its blunt end against the hard ground, it then proceeded to enter the arena, wearing the armour and the weapons, holding the spear and the shield, to await its opponent.