I've never sparred with Jeriq before. I wonder how strong he is.
I know he's a third core spearman, and I've seen how he fights on the battlefield too. But, it's one thing to see someone fight, and it's another thing to actually fight them yourself.
I crouch into a fighting stance. My eyes are narrowed, staring straight into Jeriq's eyes.
His unique eyes are filled with uncertainty, doubt, but his lowered stance and clenched teeth show me his courage.
My smirk widens.
That's why I like this guy.
He's someone who fights with speed and accuracy over brute strength and countless techniques. He fights with just one technique that he learnt from his mentor Laran.
And his spear art.. I know nothing about Spears, but all I know is that his spear art is beautiful, even on the battlefield, even when he's just doing a spear dance when we're training.
I flick my right wrist lazily. "What are you waiting for? Come."
He nods, and leaps immediately toward me.
