Damn her.
Steeling himself and somehow managing to refrain, the cold look in his eyes not warming one single bit, he did at least continue to smile, spinning his lance almost in a lazy manner in front of himself once more.
And then he shifted his stance, taking a step forward before swinging the lance down towards her with another heavy slash.
"Well then, what are you waiting for?" He mocked, with only very light amusement in his tone.
HP: 34
Damage: 10
Charge: 1/3, 1/2 used
Lucyal
this is the best he's ever done in a spar omg what is even