Realization

Leonel continued to walk forward, his steps steady, his breathing deep and even. He seemed to forget that there were other people around him completely; he didn't have eyes for them. 

His own goal was to make it from one statue to the next, conserving as much energy as he could while accomplishing his objectives. 

His path forward wasn't something anyone else could understand, nor did he need them to. 

The heaviness of his steps and the weight his shoulders bore; he would use it to make his spear heavier. 

… 

Leonel faced off against a man who used lightness to counter heaviness. Every time his spear seemed to strike once, it would actually do so three times over, layering the power on top of one another, countering his force, and then capitalizing. 

It wasn't long before Leonel realized that he was making use of not speed, per se, but instead exceptionally good technique.