The spear missed. Kallisto could barely believe her eyes. She had decades of training and had slaughtered hundreds of enemy soldiers but couldn’t hit a man standing mere feet in front of her. Her rage enveloped her. Cho staggered slightly from the hit but his face barely flinched. He sighed and pulled the dory from himself.
"Why is it that everyone I come across has to want to kill me? First Kol, then that undead boxer guy, now you too?..."
His incessant chattering was obnoxious and more than Kallisto was willing to put up with. He needed death and he needed it now. She watched as he reversed his grip on the spear and tossed it back at her. It landed in the water at her feet. Why does he not strike at me immediately?
"You'll have to do better than that, Spartan." He challenged her, mocking her. He was too casual, too cavalier and she was going to take advantage of that. She launched at him. The gap between them was small and, if he wasn’t paying attention, she could strike before he made a move.
He drew out his pistol, turning it on and removing the safety. He lowered it at her shield just as she reached him.
"You require my aid, sire?"
"Eeyup. Give her hell."
"Of course, sire."
She was directly in front of him now. If he shot, he’d hit her shield at point blank range. She dropped her left shoulder and arm, causing her shield to follow. She threw her weight down on her knees with her left foot leading her right. The shield pressed up at Cho’s groin, the top of it underneath his chin, at his chest. She sprung off her feet at him, her full weight behind her shield. She was going to put this warrior on his ass.