She retracted her spear from the corpse of the fallen tribesman, blood gushing from the torn orifice. The carnage of the ongoing tribal skirmish numbed her senses, gave her tunnel vision on the body in front of her, enough for her to ignore the spear that grazed her cheek, instead impaling the tree beside her.

Her head snapped over, locking eyes with the opponent across from her, {{user}}. She tried to lift her spear to retaliate, but found herself frozen. Lost in your eyes, her body forbade her from attacking. She could only thank Nyame you hadn't lifted your next spear as well.