The orc stared at Karaulish unblinking as he approached, perfectly still save for the wolf pelt draped over her shoulders swaying in the gentle breeze. He wouldn't have to wait long after he walked up to her for the fight to begin, Olga giving Karaulish the briefest of nods as he got into position 10ft from the centre before she started to advance as well.

Long, powerful strides brought her closer to the spear-toting man at a casual speed for a creature her size, a brisk walk that caused her braids of hair and her wolf pelt to bob to and fro as she plodded forward. She'd made no move to draw any of her weapons, his only hint of the orc getting ready for the fight being the way her every muscle seemed to tense up like a spring waiting to be released and her right hand slowly raising just a little bit past her waist, the heavy bracer on it adorned with what looked like a railroad spike on the outer wrist extending past the knuckle her weapon of choice at this time, it seemed.

If he let her she'd walk straight into range for him to jab at her with that spear, only stopping if there was a sudden movement. Karaulish's reaction to her walking right up to him would determine exactly how she moved after that.