202 Spear and Shield

Both combatants took a stance. Blue life essence drifted off their tensed muscles.

Doevm held out his new spear. Strength flowed through him, not all of it his own. His anger, that seething tide that threatened to overwhelm his mind, was still.

Frey had his shield in one hand. His spear rested on the small gap at the top, ready at any moment to strike out. "Just give it up," he said, his face obscured in the dark shadow of his cold, metal helm. "I don't want to hurt you."

Doevm smiled and shifted into an offensive overhand grip: "You can take your pity and your spear and shove them up your ass."

"Don't you worry," Frey's words echoed in the silence of the stone chamber. "I won't hold back this time."