The spear hurtled straight for his gut. Honestly he should've seen it coming. He was in an arena, after all, and this was a fight.

The pointy end of the spear buried itself into his ballistic plating, just an inch or two shy of penetrating his gut where it would've done serious damage, the hardened magical ceramic absorbing most of the force. The momentum of the throw knocked him back a few steps, but he stood firm as the spear's shaft fell onto the water due to gravity. With a weary sigh he grabbed onto the spear's shaft and yanked it out of his torso plating.

[b]"Why is it that everyone I come across has to want to kill me? First Kol, then that undead boxer guy, now you too?..."[/b]

He reversed his grip on the spear and tossed it back at the Spartan, shaft first, letting it land in the water just a foot or so ahead of her raised shield.

[b]"You'll have to do better than that, Spartan."[/b]

With his right he drew Hek, the pistol rumbling into life as he thumbed off the safety and aimed it at the shield.

[color=ba2525]"You require my aid, sire?"[/color]

[b]"Eeyup. Give her hell."[/b]

[color=ba2525]"Of course, sire."[/color]

Cho pulled the trigger and Hek spat a dark bolt. The inky black projectile hurtled towards the shield at an incredible speed. If she [b]did not dodge or move her shield[/b], it would splatter against it, then crystallise and harden almost immediately, forming the shape of a cross surrounded by a ring of thorns. Her shield would become much heavier, but also much more brittle, fracturing and breaking if she even moved it too much.