Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
Noah braced.
As the axe left Ronin’s hand, Noah was quick to spur into motion, slipping sideways with practiced ease, letting the weapon carve empty space beside him. It spun past in a blur of silver and weight, passing close enough that the wind of his made his blond hair dance. He didn’t flinch. Eyes stayed locked on Ronin, even as his boots pivoted, grounding him for the counter.
He was told not to go easy on him, so he wouldn’t. He shifted forward, low and steady, closing space now that the axe was gone. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. The weapon was spent. The space between them was his to take. He moved, not recklessly—but enough that he hoped to force Ronin to move, too. From him, he sent out his spirit stag to charge straight for the outlander demigod.
As the axe left Ronin’s hand, Noah was quick to spur into motion, slipping sideways with practiced ease, letting the weapon carve empty space beside him. It spun past in a blur of silver and weight, passing close enough that the wind of his made his blond hair dance. He didn’t flinch. Eyes stayed locked on Ronin, even as his boots pivoted, grounding him for the counter.
He was told not to go easy on him, so he wouldn’t. He shifted forward, low and steady, closing space now that the axe was gone. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. The weapon was spent. The space between them was his to take. He moved, not recklessly—but enough that he hoped to force Ronin to move, too. From him, he sent out his spirit stag to charge straight for the outlander demigod.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
