Emery, his friends, including some onlookers were shocked to see Thrax's fire infused spear thrust not even make a small dent on Anas's black uniform.
Thrax, still holding the tier two spear, trembled in anger as he once more rushed the arrogant young man from Kalios.
Contrary to Anas's earlier action, he took out a round shield and met Thrax's once more fire infused spear! Clank! Clank! The two thrusts were ineffective, Anas stood still, not even moving from his spot! Thrax gritted his teeth, he continued on with his relentless thrusts until he gathered all his weight, spun and swung spear. A deafening clash of shield against spear resounded as a wave of air blew onto the onlookers faces.
The dust settled, Thrax was gasping for air, but, as he looked up, Anas was still standing on his feet, five paces away from his previous unmoveable position, showing an ugly expression as if he had stepped on dung.
