”That would be nice. A spar?” Noah asked. Knowing Liam would agree without having to give him much time (there were things that remained in the heart of a soldier even after they left their post). Looking round, Noah motioned for a relatively open area. Moving over, he shed his outermost layer and readied himself.
Noah looked Liam up and down, and did not care to hide it or try to place any veil over his intentions. He needed to take in everything he could have the ex-dragoon so that he could at least come into the spar with some semblance of a strategy. But, he needed to remember who he was too, and not take out his strength and speed on the man just because he could and his sparring partners lately have either matched or exceeded his abilities.
As Liam readied himself, too, Noah gave a firm nod and then moved forward to strike with a kick towards the man’s left side.
