Plotline: Main
Type: Conflict(other), Social
It was the very next night when they gained a section of wall between us and the gate. Such things had happened rarely, and all un-needed soldiers from both sides rapidly swarmed in to pinch the enemy off before it could become an actual problem.
"Ping! Here, carry my spare spear!" said one of our replacement soldiers.
"Honored sir, I am quite able to..."
"Just catch up, Ping!"
Cripes.
Whatever he had, it put Fleet of Foot to shame. I engaged my ability, and made sure not to accidentally hit anyone with the spear.
Deliberately hitting people with a spear at that speed...
[You have scored an ORANGE critical for x4 damage.]
It was easier to flip my hold, and pull the spear entirely through. The woman I'd hit collapsed, and whimpered herself unconscious. So, normal human Might and Health.
"Did you just get blood all over my spear?"