Karaulish observed his adversary for a moment, taking in the sight. No weapons reminiscent of his own closer-ranged weapons, meaning he could keep up a ranged advantage once he dealt with the halberd, but how exactly he would do that, he did not know. Taking further note of the scarring and musculature all over the body of his opponent, he told himself he was in for a tumble.

 Slowly, with a feeling of exhaustion, his arm moved back, bent and made its way behind his back. His fingers, covered by the steel gauntlets, wrapped around the metal reinforced wooden handle of his spear. Pulling at it roughly, he heard the faint click of the button on the scabbard, and the weapon was now free of the loose grip of the leather. 

 He moved the weapon to his front and slid his right fist further down the beam as his left hand caught it at the center. He took a stance, slightly hunched over the spear, body facing to the right, head locked on the orcish woman in front of him. Having gotten into position, he started slowly walking towards her.

 Steady strides carried him to the end of the bridge. They then carried him to the opposite location of the orc, at about ten feet from the center. He stopped and started waiting. He would wait for thirty seconds.