"Heh, I'll enjoy this," Luce grinned as he pulled Rage into his battle stance. He held the shaft of the spear in his right hand and held it at an angle behind his waist pointing to the northeast. His left hand was outstretched with an almost open palm ready to block any sort of strike that wasn't of the blade. A rather prophetic wind blew in the direction of Avyuir and Luce struck. Moving at a speed of around 90 feet per second, he slammed the end side of his spear into the shoulder of Avyuir, knocking her back several feet, but she did not fall.

"Impressive, I guess I might actually have fun too," Avyuir laughed as she observed Luce's simper.

"Well, that was rather a test than a strike, I would have shot you through the heart if it were a fair strike. Of course, we never officially began, so i'll give you a strike to make it even," Luce compromised as he set his Buffalo Viking helmet into place.

The elf didn't even say anything, she just shot forward with her blades outstretched and jumped into a corkscrew-like strike that struck Luce square in the face. The blow shook him somewhat, but he was still able to see a second strike coming from the elf's dissembled left hand and he was able to jump to the side and dodge it. Avyuir was rather surprised at how her blow had merely slid off of the face of the helmet that he wore and left no trace of ever making contact. Luce's slight headache spoke other words, though.

"Alright, fair enough, we can safely say that this battle has begun," Luce stated, sliding into a more serious mood.

"Then start we shall!"