Perhaps at the very beginning of this, in his best condition, Kain would have been able to better dodge those blows, but the weeks in the arena had taken their toll. So unfortunately for him, at least a couple of the strikes hit- one to his shoulder, another lower one to his ribs, both hard enough to bruise. He moaned and took in a sharp breath at that lower hit, forcing himself to keep fighting through the pain. It wouldn't be the first time he'd fought wounded.

He kept up his repeat stabbing, moving the spear in various motions, jabbing, thrusting, sweeping widely with it, grunting in pain when he aggravated that shoulder. What he lacked in stamina at the moment, he would try to make up with skill: this was a weapon he was clearly used to using. Who knew how long he could keep this up?