Yang Jian's body had solidified completely, his ethereal nature replaced by the presence of a warrior ready for battle.
In his hands materialized a weapon that made Grim look at it twice.
A triple-pointed double-edged spear. The weapon was nearly as tall as Yang Jian himself, its three points gleaming from the sunlight.
"Draw your sword," Yang Jian commanded. "If you're going to face me, do it properly."
Grim drew Echo from its scabbard. The sword felt different here in the divine realm. His sword elt lighter.
"Your stance is wrong," Yang Jian observed with clinical detachment. "Too much weight on your back foot. You're preparing to retreat before the fight has even begun."
"I'm being cautious," Grim replied, adjusting his position slightly.
"Caution has its place," Yang Jian agreed, as he began to circle around Grim. "But excessive caution becomes cowardice, and cowardice gets you killed."
