If Are is hesitant, it's clearly not enough to fully dissuade him from their little spar. Cera, slipping already into an old mindset, bypasses the other man's state of mind for once where normally he would try to put him at ease. After a lifetime raised by soldiers, training new ones, he has a wealth of knowledge to fall back on. Still, he is heavily disadvantaged in other ways. If he wanted to come out without a plethora of bruises, he would have to be smart about it.
"No biting," he confirms cheerily, but he's already lunging forward before the words have scarcely left his mouth. With both hands along the arm of the spear, Cera jabs it downward at Are's exposed legs beneath the shield. Speed and surprise are his two greatest assets in the moment. He does not aim directly for a limb, careful not to heavily wound the stranger. No need to gain an enemy from a simple spar.
It's a risk, to put his face and torso relatively on display, but hopefully Are is more concerned with not being cut down by the literal ankles to at least jump back or move his shield. Sharp green eyes stay concentrated on Are's face, relying on his peripheral vision. All movement came from center of mass, and Cera didn't intend to miss any cues of impending movement.
Attack: 1/4
