No time for mercy
A wind Barrier blocked his attack once again, but Rain didn't stop there, he raised his left arm and like he was swinging down an ax, he bit the right arm of the enemy. Seizing a critical moment, Rain attacked decisively. His ax kick, delivered with precision, targeted the enemy's right arm. The impact landed like a thunderclap, and the force of it snapped bones audibly.
The spearman's grip on their weapon faltered, the spear teetering on the edge of his grasp as they grappled with searing pain. Rain acted swiftly, capitalizing on this vulnerability. In one seamless motion, he disarmed his adversary, gaining control of the spear.
With the spear now firmly in his possession, Rain braced for the inevitable retaliation from his disarmed foe, who was now left weaponless and enraged. The tables had turned in his favor, and he was poised to make the most of this newfound advantage.
"Thank you for your generous donation," Rain thought.