[color=00a99d]"Warrior, at least give me thy name! It would not be fair if I were to fight a nameless hero!"[/color]

Kallisto's adversary tried making conversation with her again. [I]Surely this is an attempt to distract me and not a weakness, [/i] she thought. The Spartan was not the type to underestimate her opponent. She watched cautiously as he lowered his weapon at her. Though she lived in ancient times, Athena had granted her familiarity with modern weapons, including the gun the man now held. Kallisto knew better than to wait for him to strike. If she did, her shield may be damaged beyond use. 

She instantly scanned the space between them. She estimated it to be the approximate length of her spear, maybe a foot or two longer. Her spear would be her best guarantee right now. In one swift movement, Kalliso rolled the spear in her hand until it rested on the top of her palm and raised it just above the height of her shoulder. Keeping her shield in front of the vital area of her body, she drew back her shoulder, feeling every toned muscle in her back straining with familiarity. This was a move her people had perfected. Her hips rotated, shifting her right leg slightly back to give her leverage. She drew in a breath and lauched the spear in the short distance between her and her foe, aiming straight for his unprotected stomach and intestinal area. She released her breath as the spear left her hand. She dropped back in a defensive crouch and prayed to Athena.