Rohan was standing in front of the girl with a spear in her hand. For a short second, the appearance of the fierce woman changed to the one of a middle-aged man, with a sword and a perfect stance. But it wasn't the time to think about the past.
The young warrior slowly strolled toward the girl and waited for her to hit first. Not that he wanted to give his opponent a chance or anything, but he will use this opportunity to look at her movement.
This one, not minding this act, charged toward her opponent with a short shout. She would show him what was the strength of the members of the Blackwolf clan. The young man in front of here was indeed a warrior, but he must never have lived any hardship, even more so as a child of a nobleman.
She will show him that pure strength meant nothing!
With the most extreme speed she could extract from her body, shit hit with her pointed spear toward the chest of her opponent. Rohan, seeing the tip approaching him, didn't show any emotions.