Chapter Type: Conflict (versus person)
One may wonder, in a culture that favored axes, why Victor chose to come after me with a spear. The answer is simple; reach, or striking distance.
Against someone with shorter arms, someone who needs to close in order to strike at you, the option to keep in range for your strikes while avoiding those of your opponent can mean an easy victory.
After all, his Might and Valour were both greater than mine, and while he was no Tomas Istre, Victor had some skill with a spear. He wielded it two handed, using the haft to block my strikes, whenever he didn't just step back and thrust at me.
Behind me, Madonna cursed as the archers didn't go up like candlesticks.
I danced behind my shield, moving forward and to the right. He rotated to meet me.
If the fatigue of a day marching through the woods had any effect on him, it certainly wasn't slowing him down. To be fair, my day of marching wasn't slowing me, either.
