Hadama’s trident swung through the air, its thick shaft aimed straight for Noah’s ribs. There was no time for anything but instinct as Noah saw the strike coming, a blur of metal and intent. He twisted sharply, but the trident’s hilt still slammed into his side with a dull thud, sending a sharp spike of pain through his ribs. He gritted his teeth, refusing to let the impact rattle him. He had to keep a tight rein on his control, as every instinct within him since becoming Vi's demigod screamed for him to release a sharp magical attack in retribution.
With a grunt, Noah pushed through the sting, his fingers tightening on his spear. His reaction was swift, almost playful, despite the pain throbbing in his shin and now his side—he spun to the side, using the momentum to drive his spear upward in a quick, sharp motion. His target: to get the pointy end at the once-mer. With a quick shift of his weight, he darted forward, pushing closer to the Tidebreaker. Every movement was precise, his feet moving with a practiced fluidity that danced through the water as though they were one, adrenaline and focus and years of practice pushing through the smarting pain.
With a grunt, Noah pushed through the sting, his fingers tightening on his spear. His reaction was swift, almost playful, despite the pain throbbing in his shin and now his side—he spun to the side, using the momentum to drive his spear upward in a quick, sharp motion. His target: to get the pointy end at the once-mer. With a quick shift of his weight, he darted forward, pushing closer to the Tidebreaker. Every movement was precise, his feet moving with a practiced fluidity that danced through the water as though they were one, adrenaline and focus and years of practice pushing through the smarting pain.
the forsaken
