The spear was a melee weapon with considerable length.
It was a weapon of war, and a weapon meant for killing.
Desther quietly examined the weapon in his hands.
The smooth shaft extended far beyond his body, ending in a cold steel tip that gleamed beneath the hall's lights.
It was just a standard spear mass produced by the school to allow the students to practice, yet the spear still looked like it could kill anyone without a problem.
Unlike other students, he did not choose this weapon based on appearance, nor did he choose it because of some romanticized notion of honor or heroism.
His reason was far simpler, and a choice born out of his experience.
It was a weapon that could kill efficiently, one with considerable length and might.
The wilderness had taught him many things.
