The Last Needle

Step. Step. Step.

Slowly stepping forward, keeping the tip of his spear pointed downwards, Fromund was heading towards Adam.

The only true solution for Adam was to clutch his needle tighter with both hands, waiting for his opponent to attack.

The spear.

It was not a weapon Adam was used to fighting against.

'Well... I can't even remember if I've ever had a single opponent against me with a spear, especially one this big with a flaming effect. Damn, am I going to lose?'

Such thoughts were meant to cause panic and Adam was no exception, yet he was experienced enough to start analyzing his situation being realistic.

'All I have is my needle, quite possibly the last one I can summon, and a purple sound wave... It's unlikely to be useful against Fromund, at least not until I injure him badly.'

Then, Adam reached the same point in his thinking as Silvana had earlier.