Amy spun the spear in her hand once before placing it diagonally in front of her body. Her stance was both firm and steady.
Meanwhile, Corey twirled the longsword in his hand once, then rested it on his shoulder as he stared at Amy with an expression that seemed far too relaxed.
In fact, it was pure indifference.
Amy frowned.
"You're not going to take a stance?'
"No need."
Amy's frown deepened.
"Hmph. Just so you know, I can use both the spear and the sword. I'm better using a sword, but to go easy on you, I'll use the spear."
Corey raised his brows with a baffled expression, "I advice you to use what you're best at."
"No need." She scoffed.
She bent her knees slightly, and then she pushed off the ground.
Her movement was fast, and in an instant, she was in front of him, her spear thrusting straight at his chest.
Or at least that's how it would seem in the eyes of other average Tier 3s and below.
