Lyra didn't even know what to say. A spear? She didn't have a spear.
"I…"
Theron looked over and smiled, still crouching atop his Immortal Cave.
"Any weapon is fine, unless you want your junior brother to get beat up."
Lyra wanted to refuse at first, to tell them that there was no point in them fighting. She didn't even understand what sort of ridiculous situation they had gotten themselves into. Was this even something worth battling over?
But when she sensed the killing intent radiating from Kaelen, and felt the wind whizz by her ear, she suddenly realized that the man was already attacking Theron without regard for her opinion in the first place.
Kaelen was upon Theron in a single flash, and the smile on the latter's face had already become a thing of the past. Replaced by a mask of indifference, of unreadable calculation, it made him seem several years older than he should have been.
