Brennus’ spear-head whistled past his foe as he carried out some strange manoeuvre he had never seen before, falling backwards on his hands and feet. He wondered how such a move was useful for a heavily armoured warrior even as he yanked his spear back half-way to prepare for a strike on his exposed foe.

He stepped forward to make up the additional distance even as his opponent showed the point of his move by lashing out at Brennus’ spear, missing by some margin as he discovered that a spear-point was far faster than a man’s legs. Now Brennus had closed to within spear range once again and pressed another thrust towards the Spartan, this time aiming for his exposed back while he was still in the middle of his handstand. The attack was launched in the same fashion as the last, Brennus seeing no particular reason to adjust his style but rather the target and angle of his attack.

“Die.” Brennus roared in Celtic, thrusting his spear dead-centre at his opponent’s back, wondering even as he did so if the Spartan’s armour could stop his point from punching through and ending this battle after the opening exchange.