The idea of being cut, even by Remy, wasn't a desirable one and it showed on Nathaniel's face. "Okay..." he agreed reluctantly, but only because he had to. He wasn't terrible with a sword, though he definitely wasn't going to be winning any trophies anytime soon. But he had left with his life so far, and that was most important.
"Maybe I can fight a lion again, that was okay." Lions who were brought to the arena were terrified, so it was pretty easy to convince them to be killed. Once Nathaniel got the lion speak down, they pretty much wanted just to not have to be there anymore and he promised them exactly that. Not a perfect story, but at least the fighters lived to see another night. Luckily Remy hadn't been in that fight because Nathaniel had used magic and he knew he wasn't supposed to, and Remy would've gotten mad.
"Can I ask you something?" he said suddenly, looking over at Remington. "When the rich people come down here and pick out fighters, and take them away for a while... where are they going?"