Hadryn made his way down from the stands and onto the battlefield once his name was called. As he passed the hornblower he quickly informed him that
"I'm no knight, don't call me 'sir'" He stood facing forward as his opponent done the same. Hadryn's own armour was light and easy to move about in, while still providing adequate protection in combat. He wore no helmet, it only restricted his vision and made it harder for him to dodge attacks coming from above. He couldn't make out the race or appearance of his enemy through his armour, but what he could make out was that the armour was rather heavy. This was an opponent who was more accustomed to taking hits rather than avoiding them, or so Hadryn could make out. He'd have to be quick on his feet and be able to incapacitate his opponent before anything else. He'd aim for his joints, the back of the knees were his primary target, they were normally partially unguarded and could be sliced at with enough precision. He placed his hands on the hilts of his swords, crossing his arms as he did so as to not unsheath the swords backwards.