Eddie ducked under the blunt end of the spear, barely breaking stride as he sped towards his opponent. He’d given up on attempting to batter the spear, but he’d still pay attention to where it was behind him. He threw a quick jab towards her face—a warning strike—followed by a powerful sideways kick to the gut. His remaining stick crackled with electricity, but he kept it in his right hand, preparing to parry or deflect the staff if it came any closer. Right now, his only goal was disabling the girl, and figuring out what she was fighting for. “[b]Listen,[/b]” he said, his face distorted slightly beneath his mask, which consisted of some type of balaclava and goggles, “[b]I ain’t trying to kill you. Just put the floating stick down, and maybe we can talk this out.[/b]”