A young woman with cross-shaped white pupils silently examined the spear in her hands, then lifted her gaze to the tree that appeared to be several metres away from her, before returning her eyes to the spear without a word.
She stood in the middle of an open grassy field, the tree being the only other living thing in sight besides herself.
A soft breeze passed over the land, gently tousling her long black hair, which was woven into a single braid resting over her left shoulder.
After a few moments of silence, she looked up at the sky and finally spoke.
"Um, Lady Berlal. Spears are weapons meant for thrusting, so expecting me to 'cut' with one is a lot easier said than done…"
Lowering her gaze to the tree ahead, she continued, "Especially when I have to do it through a distorted space."
