"KHIONE!!!" Frost roared from his lungs as hundreds of solid and razor sharp ice bolts appeared from the walls, ceiling and even the floor of the training room, aiming straight at him.
"The spear is all about controlling an area of influence, bar a shield there are few weapons that can match its defensive capabilities….so Frost don't get hit otherwise I'll be forced to punish you." The look on Khione's face was full of malevolence and mischief. Though she advised him not to get hit, it was clear as day that she hoped he would, her fists already primed and itching, eagerly looking forward to beating on a certain young man.
