"Very well." Retorted the older, in appearance, man and started slowly walking forth.

 His eyes were steeled, locked on the opponent facing him. From the middle of the three foot bridge, he would need about twenty six feet and a half to reach the center of the arena, currently occupied by the inhuman adversary. The fact that a blade had been materialized out of thin air concerned Karaulish, to an extent, but he deemed it not as frightening as it would appear to others. Simply shrugging it off would have been too much, but taking note of it was as much as he was going to do about it, for now. A blade that had not been there before could, probably, disappear again, resulting in some unpleasant surprises. 

 Feet moving at a measured pace, left, right, left, right, they always stayed in position, reimbursing the stance he had taken. He closed in. He was planing on making his way to a point where he would be at around ten feet distance from his opponent, that way he would be able to force him to initiate an attack, rather than be the defender for the duration of the fight, during which Karaulish still held onto his spear. That would not be a very long lasting moment, he figured.