Sah
The forest never sleeps and the wolf never dies
Sah scoffed, "For now." The twitch in his lips betrayed the teasing nature of the comment even as he tried to scowl. There was something off about the courier's mood, but the Abandoned couldn't place it. Maybe after the spar, he'd try to pry a bit out of the man. He'd bribe him with puppy cuddles. Tal failed and the Wild Thunder hissed as the blade cut the top of his hand. His grip on the spear tightened in reflex. Sah needed to make some distance between them in order to properly use his weapon. He rose his knee up and attempted to slam it into the courier's wrist where he held the knife. If it made the man drop the blade, great. If not, it'd hopefully at least make him take a step or two back and Sah could regroup.
