[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/HDCcvNx/Gideon-Header.png[/img][h2]Dawn
[sub]caught between a rock and a hard place[/sub][/h2][/center][hr]
Patience. One of the first lessons taught to a young Gideon. Patience in battle, to wait for the right opening before striking. It was an important skill to have especially for one versed in the spear, a weapon meant for defensive combat against a larger, charging foe. After all, if a spear was positioned just right, the foe will simply run themselves through for you. All that was needed was that extra push in the right direction. Luckily, through Raelzeth's song, all Gideon had to worry about was getting the spear just right.

As soon as the Living Vein was pulled closer, as soon as Gideon's spear was in its proper place, the Raam would simply let go and jerk to the side, avoiding the brunt of the beast's blow while the spear would jam itself into its maw. If no fleshy bits weren't struck, Gideon was almost confident he'd jam the beast's mouth before it could rip him to shreds.

Just as swiftly, Gideon grabbed one of the vials of dirt, hoping it wasn't a particularly rare sample as he had little time to deliberate. Crushing the vial  in his gloved hands through his steely grip, Gideon would hope that the shard produced would be sharp, sharp enough for him to jam it in the Living Vein's eye.

And with a quick stab, Gideon would go for the kill, moving swiftly before the beast ripped his spear to shreds and had its maw free once more.