She climbed a fire escape that stretched unsecurely on the side of the building. Jioni took her time climbing as anticipation now clouded her thoughts. Hands tight on the railing, a few flights later, she made it to his window.
Brandon was awake, and though Jioni wanted to say something, she found herself at awe. She couldn’t look away.
Brandon practiced with his lance: first, a helicopter spin, gradually rotating his weapon; then, he picked up the pace; once he had enough momentum, he stabbed forward. A whirring sound came every time he sped up. He did this action again and again—sometimes nailing it perfectly and other times dropping the lance on the floor with a groan.
This continued for five minutes until Brandon looked to his right slowly. He didn’t seem surprised at all. In fact, his demeanor appeared calm.
“I swear I’m much better at this than it looks,” He said. “With enough practice, I think I can perfect it.”
