He came forward so filled with confidence, so sure of his prowess as a warrior. Selandra would strip that confidence from him with every strike of her weapon. Arrogance was the cancer that lead to the death of a gladiator, and Kull seemed to suffer greatly from the disease. 

As the rain started to come down upon them, Selandra decided it was time to go on the offensive. To wait any longer would cause herself to slip, and that one mistake would be the end of her. Charging forward to meet him, the fight would finally begin, with her hopefully gaining an advantage by her sudden advancement. 

Coming up hard on him, she knew her next move would be pivotal in this battle. Swinging her right hand forward she would unleash her net, hoping to use it as a sufficient distraction. With her right hand free she thrusts her trident towards Kull's left knee, the intention of crippling him in her mind.

This was the moment of truth, where the hunter struck true and the prey would surely buckle at her might. Selandra was a slayer of men, a gladiator, a warrior that had no equal. Her legend was built on the bones of her opponents, her throne fixed right here in this arena. She was the queen, and Kull a lowly peasant to be brought to his rightful place in the grave. She held the larger gait, able to cover more ground quickly and to move her lithe body like an artist at her brush. His destruction was at hand through her speed and agility.