Meet a few of the other Gladiators

The man, who turned out to be named Culn, and who was treating Thyra with a lot more respect since she had shown him what she could do to him just sexually, led Thyra to an open, square, where several other gladiators were training.
“These are some of the gladiators working here. Some are slaves, some are free men and women like you.” Culn told Thyra. “But they’re all valuable resources, so when in the arena, you’re aim at causing a spectacular wound, not killing or maiming anyone. Understood?”
“Sure.” Thyra shrugged her shoulders, she didn’t like being referred to as a resource.
“Good, now meet the others.” Culn turned to the training gladiators.
“Everyone, we have a new member of our little group!” He shouted out over the square, the training stopped, and everyone looked at Thyra.
Everyone was a dozen people; eight male, four female. Seven of them were humans of different genders, two were elves, both female, a male half-orc, a male ogre standing about nine feet tall or so, and one centaur, he too being male, which showed.
These were some interesting teammates alright, especially the two last ones.
“So,” Culn began, a nervous smile plastered across his weasel-like face, “who wants to try how good our now member is?”
“And do remember kids,” he added, focusing especially at the ogre, “no killings!”