"... Well, I guess since this is hand to hand stuff, I ought to only use my hands." Which meant no spear. He'd left that against the wall moments ago. He'd always fought with a weapon, so this was going to be unusual. In fact, the entire army back home never fought with their bare hands.

But he tried to imagine his companions in the Shepherds - like the beautiful and strong Libra with his axe - and mimed holding an axe, with fists stacked on top of each other. With that, he charged forward, intending to strike Duster up in the chin.