The tall human is helped out of his armour by one of the designated service team. It is put on a stand next to the weapon rack he can choose from. He was mustering it for a while, thinking through the possibilities of what he could choose, before he decides. Pike or single-blade? Bram is not used to one-on-one duels, it is quite a long time ago since he had such a private encounter.
He spots his opponent moving into the arena before him. A tall Wookie. That will be fascinating. Bram Sigismund enters the arena as well, a single-bladed training weapon in his hand. Even he hadn´t duelled in a way, he knows that there are certain manners he has to follow. Walking towards the Wookie and stopping a few meters in front of him, he bows with his blade in front of his face.
"I am Bram Sigsmund."