Lisbeth's spear recoiled backwards as if she'd swung it into a brick wall. The recoil jarred her wrists and she lost her grip. Her momentum combined with the recoil led to her spinning haphazardly until she tumbled to the ground.
She started to push herself up, arms shaking. She took a few deep breaths. It took some time before she could struggle to her feet. But get to her feet she did. She stepped over to the spear and picked it back up.
"I know I can't beat you," she said, still out of breath. "Call it a win if I land one hit, eh? And don't you dare give in on purpose."
She hauled the spear up, the weight really getting to her now. There were lighter spears. She could go over and take one off the weapons rack, and it would be much easier. But that would be admitting defeat.
Unable to handle the unwieldy spear in a normal stance, she hefted it onto her shoulder, bracing it with one hand, while the other reached forward to balance the spear's weight. Putting her full body weight into it like this made it an easier burden to bear.
She advanced slowly. A wild swing would never get through. She started circling around the man, spear pointed at him, looking for an opening. She took a few quick jabs, thrusting forward with a full-body motion so her shoulder could continue bearing the spear's weight. She tested him with the jabs to see if she could find an opening, and once she found one, she lunged with her full weight, all of 80 pounds of it, to see if she could pierce his defenses in a quick thrust.
She started to push herself up, arms shaking. She took a few deep breaths. It took some time before she could struggle to her feet. But get to her feet she did. She stepped over to the spear and picked it back up.
"I know I can't beat you," she said, still out of breath. "Call it a win if I land one hit, eh? And don't you dare give in on purpose."
She hauled the spear up, the weight really getting to her now. There were lighter spears. She could go over and take one off the weapons rack, and it would be much easier. But that would be admitting defeat.
Unable to handle the unwieldy spear in a normal stance, she hefted it onto her shoulder, bracing it with one hand, while the other reached forward to balance the spear's weight. Putting her full body weight into it like this made it an easier burden to bear.
She advanced slowly. A wild swing would never get through. She started circling around the man, spear pointed at him, looking for an opening. She took a few quick jabs, thrusting forward with a full-body motion so her shoulder could continue bearing the spear's weight. She tested him with the jabs to see if she could find an opening, and once she found one, she lunged with her full weight, all of 80 pounds of it, to see if she could pierce his defenses in a quick thrust.
