With her enemy in her sights, she held no intention of allowing the warrior inside her reach. She had fought many of these foes before, and knew that if he got too close, it would be difficult to remove him. Selandra however knew how to play it carefully when it came to dangerous prey. She would stay just out reach of that ax, her eyes squinting at him through the rain.

"No more jokes?" She said as their feet kept on the move. Without her wider gait, she was doubtful she would have been able to keep herself from staying the distance she wanted. In accordance with keeping herself from getting backed into a wall, she would rotate around Kull, her reflexes sharp for what may come.

"I thought you were going to prove your manhood. Perhaps if you defeat me I'll deign you worthy enough to share my bed." Talking too much was a surefire way to open your guard up to an attack. Her words were quick and fluid, just like her feet. "Or perhaps you crouch because you fear the thought of being bested by a woman. Tell me, is my trident bigger than your sword? Or is it more of a sewing needle?" 

Honor meant little in the arena, for it was a matter of life and death. Selandra was no knight, so she cared little for the decorum of warrior etiquette. If her japes and prodding insults were enough to get him to make a mistake, then she would gladly waste wind to speak such dribble.