Plain Spear Master

The old man emptied the rich contents of his satchel before turning his attention back to Sola. The younger grey-haired man felt a sense of familiarity with the man in front of him like he had met him before. Whenever he tried to recall, a searing pain like hot needles racked his brain, hindering his ability to recollect. Whether or not he did know him was not of consequence. He was going to kill him, should the need be.

"Whatchu doing hanging 'round here when the city's just 'round the corner?" The old man asked in a drawling voice. "What're you tryna *hic* hide?"

"That's none of your business, you geezer," Sola replied curtly. He picked up the partisan and threw it at the old man. "Mind your business and get lost,"

The old man raised his hand lazily to intercept the coming polearm. In a sudden switch of demeanour, he pulled the partisan out of the air and twirled it. The partisan began to spin faster as the older grey-haired man twirled it in front of him before taking it backwards. In an instant, the old man took a stance with the counterweight of his partisan pointed at Sola before stumbling a bit. Sola could not help but stare at the man blankly. If he would not take the opportunity to leave, Sola had no choice but to force him to.

The old man lunged forward with a thrust from his partisan. Sola stepped to the side and launched a punch towards his aggressor. The old man spun his spear, smacking the younger man's hand away while bringing down the blade on his head. Sola raised his other hand to intercept the blade. He winced in pain as the spear left another cut on his body.

There were few things that could injure Sola, especially when he was in a state of adrenaline. Yet this spear was able to wound him twice, regardless of whether or not his blood flow was accelerated. He doubted it was due to the raw strength of the old man, leaving him to conclude the spear's blade was made from some unusual material. All the veins began to bulge on Sola's body as he forced his blood to flow faster. Even if the old man had a weapon that could wound him, it meant nothing if he could not land consistent hits.

With his new found strength, the younger grey-haired man pushed aside the partisan and threw a punch. The old man swayed to the side, unintentionally evading the attack as he flew into the air with a side flip and landed back on his feet. He spun the partisan rapidly before thrusting it towards Sola. He quickly punched aside spear causing it to stick into the ground and charged at his opponent with his arm stretched out. The old man hicupped, throwing his head forward just in time to avoid the incoming attack. With the continuing motion he pushed into his partisan and flipped forward. While mid flip, the old man landed a kick on the back of Sola's head before balancing on his spear with one hand and his legs in the air.

Sola scowled at the old man, who lost balance and fell flat on his face. Without wasting anytime, the dark grey-haired man leapt towards his downed opponent with his foot ready to stomp him. The old man grabbed his partisan and threw it into the air. The spear collided with Sola's foot, throwing his attack off target. His foot came down a few inches away from the old man's head, leaving him unscathed. The partisan smacked Sola in the back of the head before falling into its master's waiting hand.

Before he could react, the counter weight of the partisan came smashing into Sola's jaw. He let out of pain as he stumbled backwards with his hands over his jaw and his eyes closed. The old man shot to his feet and quickly swept Sola off of his. The well built man came crashing down into the ground causing him to groan in pain. His eyes shot open in time to see the partisan's blade coming down on him. Sola's veins bulged even larger as he managed to stop the blade before it could impale him. However, the blade managed to prick his chest, drawing forth a drop of his metallic blood.

The sight of his unusual blood confused the old man who squinted as he tried to get a better look at it. Without wasting a moment, Sola pushed away the spear and launched counterattack. The partisan was knocked so far up in the air it seemed to be the size of a twig when the old man looked at it. Sola threw yet another punch at him, this time landing the attack. The old man clenched his teeth as was knocked back a few feet. He put a hand over his mouth as the his stomach churned, waiting to spew forth its contents. He quickly regained composure and tried his best to put some distance between him and his attacker.

Now that his opponent was properly disarmed, Sola did his best to not waste the opportunity. He pushed his blood flow to its absolute limit, his veins bulging so much he doubled in size. Sola closed the growing gap between him and the old man in an instant. The bulging man threw one more punch to put an end to the fight. His older opponent immediately braced himself for the impeding doom the fist brought.

Just as the punch was about to land, Sola's body came to a halt. His blood had stopped flowing, becoming a sort of solid in his veins. The dark grey-haired man fell over as he was no longer able to move. He tried his best to get his blood to start moving but to no avail. He just laid there with a blank expression plastered over his face.

The old man found himself shocked once again. His partisan sang as it cut through the air and handed in his opened arm. He poked at Sola's body with the end of the partisan and received no response. With little to no option available, he decided to take the body somewhere else. He grunted heavily as he tried to sling Sola's arm over his shoulder. He knew corpses were heavy but the weight of this man was just ridiculous. Once he was secured, the old man made his way through the clearing, grumbling loudly as he supported himself with his partisan.