Feint
The arrogant knight took out the long spear strapped on his back. With a light flick of his fingers, the spearman twirled the weapon like a majorette's baton. Then, he spread his legs apart, feet sliding audibly across the concrete floor—as if taunting Nora to repeat her earlier stunt.
"Come. Try it. I'll let you attack first."
"Ah… Is that so? Then I'll gladly take your offer." despite the knight's mocking tone, Nora coolly replied.
She began circling outside her opponent's attack range, staring at him like a hawk. Unlike the aggression she displayed in the first fight, Nora now behaved like a silent black panther. Her footsteps were light and agile as befits her previous profession.
The knight tensed. The intensity of Nora's gaze made him feel like prey in front of its predator. Cold sweat trickled down his neck as he braced himself for Nora's attack, but a full minute passed yet Nora did nothing.