Despite the swiftness that the woman moved with, she was no match for Noah’s strength. Even before the blessing of Vi ran through him, Noah had been a hardy man carved from the ice and stone of the Fangs themselves.
The woman twisted and her spear hurled towards him. Rather than dodge or even advance on her, Noah stood his ground. He widened his grip on his own spear and lowered his center of gravity. He intended her for spear to hit against the hilt of his own, and his prediction was that her spear would once more go tumbling on the ground.
Just when you think there's a settled score
The battle has been reborn