Strong in the Real Way

Liun had forgotten about Fweiu being able to control ice. So he faced her unknowing of what was to come. He knew it would be hard for him to move, and sure it was uncomfortable but he had been in colder. His armour was thinner back then as well. But because he wasn't prepared for Fweiu's ice control, he wasn't able to hold himself up and found himself forced to the ground.

He tried to push himself up, his spear now in his right hand, but Fweiu pinned him before he made any progress. He let go of his spear as she twisted his arm, still struggling to break free. He couldn't struggle with his held arm as much, with the pain in his shoulder letting him know that Fweiu could easily break his arm.

As soon as Fweiu spoke, he grinded his teeth as he stopped struggling and relaxed. "Fine." He huffed agitatedly.

Liun sighed and grabbed Fweiu's hand. As he stood up, the armour faded away and he dusted himself off. He rolled the shoulder that had just been threatened to break with a slight groan. He then turned to Fweiu. Despite the loss, he still looked pretty chipper. "Ready as always." He grinned.

He moved a little ways off, and pulled the spear back to himself. He decided he would let his armour repair a bit before he decided to use it again, but he would need to caution himself. He could tell that Fweiu wasn't going to make the first move, so he decided he would. He hovered his hand over the spear tip, and it became coated in ice. As soon as it was coated, he pulled his arm back then threw the spear at Fweiu.

When he felt it leave his hands, he started a sprint forward. Once in range, he would feint with his right hand. His real attack though was an uppercut with his left hand, aimed directly for Fweiu's jaw.

Liun was able to spot the ice, and decided what he would do. On one hand, he could summon the armour and try to press his advantage, but seeing that ice gave him the idea that it would shatter his armour if he tried. He'd sacrifice his armour for maybe one or two hits. Alternatively, move back but lose the advantage.

His decision was clear as he jumped back, further from Fweiu, to avoid the ice. He pulled the spear back to him, as he figured that Fweiu would be distracted to prevent it. He hovered his free hand over the tip again and the ice faded away. He needed a functioning weapon, not something Fweiu could just bat away.

He would go for a lunge with the spear, aimed for Fweiu's side. He had planted himself firmly to give the spear extra strength in the lunge, but it would mean he was pretty open to a counterattack.