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[Soldier POV]

I was forced to watch the ensuing clash that had occurred mere moments after the boy had taken my spear from me. He was clumsy, barely able to maneuver it with any grace. But as with all things, with time and practice they would become more elegant, more refined, more practiced.

Yet that saying was only for hours, for days, years of practice. Not hours, not minutes, and most certainly not moments. However that was what I was seeing, a boy, who had obviously never even held a spear before was maneuvering like a pro.

His body twisting and turning with the eb and flow of the world. As if it was the most natural thing. Even the enchantments, made with mastercraft rune work were no obstacles to the boy's success in wielding it.

He twisted, his body snaking around a thrown fist and taking a chunk from the enemy's arm.