'My Spear is nothing like his.'
Mark walked away from Elisa and Krista.
...
'Mm.'
Fifteen minutes later, Mark was walking through the blizzard.
'Why is it so different?'
Alone, he walked and wondered.
'Grabbing his Spear with both hands made him much scarier, but even when he had one hand left empty it wasn't easy...'
His head turned left and right repeatedly.
Not much could be seen around him. Still, he looked.
'Thrusting and swinging. That's all he did, and that's what I did. But it's too different.'
Mark scratched his head.
'I made that Spear to be the same size as his... Tsk. Even when swinging it, it felt different. I wanted Elisa to take my place, and me to take Zephyr's but... He's too amazing-'
He stopped.
Surprised by his own thought.
'Amazing, huh? Mm... What made him amazing then?'
Surprised to feel admiration for the enemy.
