The dance of battle was soon to be underway, Selandra could feel the tension in her bones. Every move that she made felt like a predator advancing towards its prey, but this prey knew how to fight back. Staying out of her range was the intelligent thing to do, but he would have to come close at some point to fight her. When he did, he would feel her metal tear into his flesh like teeth against hide.

For a moment the elf considered charging forward, becoming the aggressor and making the first move. Such a foolhardy action however would prove her undoing, for this was no pup she was up against. Selandra may have had a wealth more experience than he in fighting in the pit, he had not loved this long himself without understanding the complexities of combat. This she understood, as well as the importance of maintaining control in the rhythm of this dance.

As he charged forward, the elf could see the bait from a mile away. How simple did he believe her to be, to waste her net in such an obvious trap? Once she had thrown it, she knew, it would likely be batted away or otherwise made useless, and she would only have her trident. No, she needed her alternate weapon too much to use against such a ridiculous feint, and would not take the bait. Keeping herself facing the opponent, she would allow him to make the first move. With her left hand holding her trident halfway along the handle, her right holding the bottom of her net, so as to allow the weights to dangle to the ground.

Should he choose to attack her, as his stance indicated a slash to her right, she would dash to that right, knowing that at that range she could still keep some distance from him. Once she was cleared of the ax, a thrust to his left knee, where the armor was weakest, just as he would begin his recovery. Such a wound was bound to make his mobility suffer, and such a handicap was fatal in the arena. If successful or not, she would step backwards, keeping her net ready to throw if he should be so bold as to get closer. Selandra had the range, she had the reflexes, it was only a matter of time before he would fall to her attacks.