We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
”Safrin. Excellent.” Noah’s smile spread wider, a fondness for the herald apparent in the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. At mention of his patron and status, the demigod nodded. ”I am.” And this man before him was accepted, as he let on, and with the attuned bond a dull silence between them, it was solidified. No magic, working for Safrin. This would be good.
Noah exhaled once, slow through his nose. He began, an invisible green flag rising mentally between them. No signal—just motion. He stepped in without warning—not fast—but with purpose, testing the edge of reach. Then, he tried to close the rest of the gap in a breath, hips low, shoulders loose. If he could make contact, he wouldn’t let go. Punch, knee, sweep—he’d chain every movement to keep Zavien on his toes. No distance. No room. Once he was close, he wasn’t leaving. Safrin was pleased with effort, and Noah would give that opportunity. Like a flame catching fabric—once close, spread fast.
Noah exhaled once, slow through his nose. He began, an invisible green flag rising mentally between them. No signal—just motion. He stepped in without warning—not fast—but with purpose, testing the edge of reach. Then, he tried to close the rest of the gap in a breath, hips low, shoulders loose. If he could make contact, he wouldn’t let go. Punch, knee, sweep—he’d chain every movement to keep Zavien on his toes. No distance. No room. Once he was close, he wasn’t leaving. Safrin was pleased with effort, and Noah would give that opportunity. Like a flame catching fabric—once close, spread fast.
NOAH
