Alara caught the trident with the shield which it passed threw and pull it out and threw it back and discarded the wisker wall and put one hand in the sash, afew shards cutting his hand but he didn't mind it, Alara kept his elbow in front of his face and kept his club behind his neck, ready to throw a powerful blow, but still waiting for the opponent to come towards him. He calculated that do to the man's age he would have worse stamina than most fighters, and the heavy armor, thought it didn't seem to slow him down still would take him more time to keep up with his breath. Finally as the man approached him, Alara spun around and threw a back handed smash to what he was hoping as the skull with his club and followed with a kick to the chin and a handful of sharp glass and metal towards the mans face.