Martin repeated to himself the strengths and weaknesses of the spear and shield Robert had taught him, drilling that precious information into himself until it became instinct. He raised his shield, angled his body slightly left, and lowered his spear toward Chaosgraphy, waiting for her to make the first move.
It's best this way. She's a melee DPS too. If she wants to do any damage, she has to come to me.
Chaosgraphy understood that as well. With steps that made her curves sway beautifully, she lunged toward Martin and rapidly closed the distance. Her feet barely seemed to touch the ground for long, and she only grew faster with each step.
There was no hesitation in her movement, as if she were already riding the flow of a skill.
The cocky curl of her lips caught Martin's eye.
And he wanted to wipe it off her face.
Just as Chaosgraphy reached the edge of his range, Martin drove his spear forward. His hands moved cleanly. His timing felt clean too.
