[Hold back? Never. For practice to be truly beneficial, it must have a sense of the danger and desperation in real combat.
His eyes remain fixed on her as she moves into position, his own face betraying nothing. When she starts forward, he growls and swings his spear's arced tip towards her blade's edge; the two metals clash with a harsh shriek.
She's faster than he is, and he finds himself without room to use his weapon as it's meant to be used. Instead his grip is wide, the wooden shaft acting as his shield and a means to trip. With a grunt, he dashes the spear towards her ankles; if she does not stumble, perhaps at least she will retreat and let him regain his advantage.]
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His eyes remain fixed on her as she moves into position, his own face betraying nothing. When she starts forward, he growls and swings his spear's arced tip towards her blade's edge; the two metals clash with a harsh shriek.
She's faster than he is, and he finds himself without room to use his weapon as it's meant to be used. Instead his grip is wide, the wooden shaft acting as his shield and a means to trip. With a grunt, he dashes the spear towards her ankles; if she does not stumble, perhaps at least she will retreat and let him regain his advantage.]