<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/yp3k1mQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rein Valkard<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Celeste's Villa, Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Izzy, Open;<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>'I can see this is going to be fun... Three different stances even before throwing one attack. She wants me to know what she's capable of, but not discern what she's going with. Meeting my head games on with your own, hm? I guess I'll chase the prey.'</em>He mused mentally, seeing no real opening in her stance. He could maybe try to force an opening during a transition, but she would account for that too. It was a fool's move to rush in now. Stick to what you do best, let them move first.<br/><br/>Move she did, once the first strike came out, he grit his teeth and tensed his arm, taking the strike with a loud smack that rang through the courtyard, before she pulled the weapon back and lashed out once more, from another side. This time the shield was raised a bit, catching the second strike, but her immediate pull away from the shield revealed she hadn't put all her power into that strike... Which meant another angle was the focus. Around the weapon came, sweeping low and striking his leg in much the way she anticipated to sweep it out.<br/><br/><em>'Oh, I like you already.'</em>he found himself admitting as his world seemed to turn sideways. This would probably have hurt for him too... But it wasn't the first time it happened. Opening the hand holding the club, he dropped the weapon and pushed the limb to the ground to give him the slightest bit of leverage, keeping an eye on where the spear was. She could have taken a swing at his head right now if she wanted, but the shield would have been brought to bear. Either way, the ensuing counterattack was probably not what she was expecting, the wolf's foot lashing out toward her face, though he controlled the distance so that it would only whizz by in front of her nose to surprise her. He rolled back into a crouch a moment later, collecting the club and groaning.<br/><br/>"I gotta admit, it's been a while since I had to do that... Murder on the arm though." he sighed, rolling his shoulder. "Hope that made it clear though... A gladiator's whole body is a weapon, not just what they carry. You can strike me with that spear all you like, or you can hit me with perfectly good arms and legs... Even your head. Make it<em>truly</em>unpredictable for me!" He announced, racing back in, shield arm first. He could push through with the shield before she could try to out range him with the spear, or he could hop to the right to dodge a stab and give her a check to the side with the defensive inplement. He could perform the same move bit to the left, nail her arm with the club and weaken her offensive prowess... He had options, but to go through them all during this charge would be impossible.<br/><br/>A response depended on her next action, a wait that filled him with excitement in this early morning. Fights always got his blood pumping easily.