The sound of the approaching wind buzzed in his ears, and Xiulote's extensive training kicked in. Instinctively, he sidestepped and raised his left arm to block. A copper spear skewered through the leather armor, slashed across his left arm, then grazed his chest before stopping at his right shoulder.
Xiulote paid no attention to his wound. With his right shoulder, he pinned the copper spear, preventing the enemy from withdrawing it for another stab. Then, gripping the wood shaft with his left hand, he roared fiercely.
"Come on!"
The samurai opposite him wobbled, nearly toppling over. Then the samurai half-sank his body and exerted force simultaneously. For a moment, the two were caught in a stalemate across the long spear.