The warrior wasn't actually that tall, now that Florian stood closer to him. Still, he was bulky and as menacing as he was twenty feet away, if not more. After flexing for the crowd a bit Brennus assumed a very defensive guard, left side facing his right, sword close to his body. Surprisingly defensive, for a gladiator who fought for sport. Maybe he valued his life? Interesting. It was at no risk now. 

Florian debated flexing for the crowd, but he knew it wouldn't have the same effect. He assumed a second position invite. His sword, in his right hand, was pointed diagonally to his left, leaving his upper body entirely uncovered. Grinning, legs bent, Florian shifted his weight slightly forward, hoping to give the impression he was closer than he actually was. Like so, Florian watched his opponent. This was rather more exciting than his food, he had to say. 

"Beautiful weather, right?" he said, still smiling widely. 

The crowd behind them watched, silent and wide-eyed. Florian hoped matronae everywhere were swooning.

"And so, our two brave contestants face off!" the manager said. "Will this mysterious blond man take down our champion, or will Brennus' rule remain uncontested?" 

Oh yes. That was something for the Annales all right.