Brennus looked his opponent up and down in amazement, looking upon what could possibly be the tallest woman he’d ever seen. She was even taller than him if his eye was as good as he thought, though it would be difficult to know for sure from a distance. He also noted her weapons and more importantly, her armour. Nothing compared to the Spartan he had faced a few weeks prior, but certainly better equipped than he himself. It was possible that she could match him in agility, with that light armour and a woman’s natural flexibility, though Brennus had fought only a few women in his time, he was not a fool as to underestimate one. Hell, he had participated in an uprising led by Boudicca herself, though even she was less physically impressive than this opponent of his, paler too.

He grinned then, suddenly, sharp teeth shining more obviously than usual as his Roman masters had forced him to shave his moustache, as the women that visited the Arena found it unseemly. Bastards, parting a Briton from his facial hair was a heinous crime. He settled about twenty feet from his foe as she drew herself into a fairly standard spear and shield stance, knocked his spear shaft into the side of his large shield a few times, and then charged. 

When he reached an effective range to strike, which considering his reach and spear-length was about seven to eight feet, he finalised his charge with one more step forward on his left foot and shot out a cursory under-arm lunge towards his foe’s right side, testing her reflexes. The spear point would probably only just scrape the inside of her right arm if she barely moved, or cut her right side, but it was from far enough out that it would be hard pressed to impale her flesh. As he lunged he bent his left knee, with his right foot facing out and behind him, his shield covering his similarly lowered body as he unconsciously mimicked his foe’s stance.