As his strike hit and Liam stumbled back, Noah didn’t let too much distance come between them. He moved in as Liam moved out, hands up ready to strike yet blocking his face. As the ex-dragoon regained himself and struck out, Noah dodged. He ducked slightly, and then quickly threw a jab into Liam’s now exposed rib cage. Thankfully the two men were matched in height so that Noah didn’t have to duck too low, and he was able to keep his balance. As he struck the hit, Noah kept moving himself forward. Ultimately it was an attempt to overwhelm the man’s balance and send him backward once more, staggering on the loamy soil.
Noah’s muscles started to warm with the movements. Not exertion — more along the lines of invigorating. It felt normal to be locked in a spar with an ally, training and readying themselves together for what was to come. Even if there were no magics or abilities being thrown around like in his typical spars with Hadama, or his several seasons of previous spars with Deimos, there was still a normalcy to it that somehow put a salve over a part of Noah he didn’t know was also hurting.
