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[i]Kull tucked his chin in, snarl curling up into a grin as his opponent ceased her approach and began keeping a distance instead. His fighting style was meticulous, despite his appearance as a brutish manslayer. He made no apparent mistakes, his shifting balance was always steady and firm, his sardonic eyes never wavered from her core. A single error was going to be the last where this one was concerned. He'd stride in the direction she attempted to circle to, making sure not to cross his feet, seeking to press her towards the wall and box her in in a matter of seconds, encroaching with the inevitability of a steamroller. It looked like she'd realized it. She was faster on the uptake than most. That hemisphere of death encircling Kull, the point of no return. An invisible, inky shroud that ate up anything that stepped inside of it. Most would have foolishly stepped inside it by now, entered into Kull's effective killing range and immediately paid for it. 
Selandra could only be evasive for so long. This was such a small arena...

Kull knew the exact purpose behind her words. He himself relished the art of trash talking mid-fight. Rather than provoke him, it sparked up a jolly cackle.[/i]

"HAW! What's the matter!? Too tall for your shitkicking bed? Seems like you've gotten the cold feet, woman! Don't worry that pointy, pale egghead of yours. I only want to make sure your death painless! I can't end you seamlessly if I have to stretch for it, you dysentery-afflicted milk toothed bungwhopper!! I might get a cramp or pull a muscle!"

[i]It seemed like Kull knew something she didn't. The Galervs and the Manica. A special piece of armor that warriors who used nets typically wore on their left arm. Though her elven armor was certainly tough, her left flank was still more or less wide open. The Galervs and Manica served as a shield substitute so that the gladiator wouldn't be left defenseless when they threw their net.[/i]

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[i]It was comparable to wielding a blade made of glass. Sure it could cut, but it wasn't likely to do much more than get one killed the moment they swung. What's more, there were only so many ways a net could be thrown effectively with one hand. To cast it overhead and envelope a significant enough area to entrap an opponent properly would require both hands. Many gladiators of course were trained to be able to hold both the net and trident in their main hand, but that was because they could use the Galervs and Manica as a defence whilst the trident was unable to be used effectively during the throw. And even then, she had only once shot with the net, and Kull wasn't about to let her draw another weapon.

It wasn't due to any fault on her part. It was the culture. In traditional gladiator fights, the gladiators often lived, actually. Stables were expensive, their training wasn't cheap. Because they lived to fight another day, they learned. Here, death was the norm. Few, if any, had lived long enough to fully evaluate all the strengths and weaknesses of the net. Kull was one of the few who knew. Hence he continued stalking towards Selandra without hesitation, radiating purpose.[/i]