Feng steadied his breathing, his palms slick with sweat as he adjusted his grip on the spear.
The cold air bit against his skin, but he barely noticed. He thrust his weapon forward with a sharp exhale.
"Rising Spear Thrust!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the training grounds.
The spear pierced the air, golden energy spiraling around the weapon as the wind burst outward.
The snow at his feet scattered in ripples, tiny flakes carried away by the force of his mana.
He followed through, pulling his weapon back into a defensive stance before stepping again.
His knuckles tightened, and this time he wrapped both hands firmly around the shaft of the spear.
He gathered energy, golden light pulsing along the weapon's edge.
With a cry, he thrust again.
The air cracked. A burst of wind exploded outward, sharp enough to shake branches loose from a nearby tree.
The echo reverberated like a drumbeat across the training field.
Feng panted and lowered his spear, his chest heaving.
