Brennus watched his spear point be effectively blocked by his opponent’s heavy armour and nodded to himself. As expected, the armour was too thick to be penetrated by a single-handed spear thrust, leaving him with fewer options for getting past his opponent’s guard.

Still, the strike had knocked the Spartan off balance and he had dropped to the floor momentarily, scrabbling for his spear. Brennus had no intention of allowing him to escape from such a strange manoeuvre without at least bleeding a little, which was why he immediately pressed, his spear already dragged back a few paces after his initial strike was repelled. 

The Spartan was facing him now, but preparing to rise with his spear, which Brennus expected he would immediately swing. Unfortunately, the smaller reach of the Spartan’s weapon was to count against him again, as Brennus was out of its range while within his own weapons range, allowing him to thrust safely at the inside of the Spartan’s right thigh, aiming to cut along its side rather than pierce into the thick muscle. 

Brennus thrust, following the ordinary manoeuvres for such a movement, yelling with the explosive energy of his attack.