A spear blocked a spear, a fist blocked a fist, and a kick blocked a fist.
It was a beautiful dance, a dance of two masters of the spear, and martial artists. Alan was no pushover, even with his mighty strength and endurance, he was someone who knew how to use them well when it was necessary.
He could fight like a master as well, courtesy of Arken. Even if his master had recommended him to follow his instincts most of the time... Alan was a skilled martial artist.
It was just, most of his opponents were beasts, and things far out of proportions. How would one use a chock on a giant the size of a mountain when they were the size of an ant compared to it?
But even though Alan felt a surge of power from the Shadow he was facing, It wasn't like the hopeless feeling that emerged from the giant of lightning and storms, Kizmal.
