*woosh* The elf woman sprang forward as the water streamed from her body in glistening ribbons as her breasts rose and fell with each furious breath.
She closed the distance in a heartbeat and thrust the spear at his chest.
He raised his forearm and deflected the spear an inch from his chest.
Before she could recover, his right palm flicked upward, catching the shaft just behind the head.
A soft *thump* of compressed air burst outward, and the spear froze mid-thrust, trembling between them.
He released the shaft, and the elf twisted the spear in a vicious circle, trying to wrench it free and slash across his throat.
Zhao Tian raised his knee and kicked the shaft from beneath, making the weapon flip upward and spin out of her grip.
For an instant it hung in the air, then Zhao Tian's fingers closed around the shaft, reversed the spin, and threw the butt-end toward her shoulder in a single fluid motion.
She ducked under the thrust and rolled across the wet grass.
