We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
The punch landed—solid contact against Zavien’s arm, a thud of knuckles meeting flesh and muscle. A satisfied curve etched into Noah’s lips, the grunt from his opponent punctuating it. Noah felt the shift immediately thereafter, with Zavien trying to slip away, angle behind him—fast and smart.
Noah didn’t wait to turn. He pivoted into the movement, his foot sliding back in an attempt to to cut Zavien’s path. No hesitation. No retreat. He moved swiftly and precisely—not chasing, but intercepting. Shoulders squared as he rotated on his heel, Noah’s left arm came around in a tight hook, sharp and close, aimed for the ribs or flank—whatever opened first.
Noah had to give credit where credit was due, and Zavien deserved some credit. He was impressed that the man didn’t falter in the face of an opponent much stronger and fast than him. It was grit that Noah knew well, and since there were no magical abilities within the stranger, and the attuned bond was silent, Noah cast a net as he turned fully around to track Zavien. ”Learn that move from Anju?”
Noah didn’t wait to turn. He pivoted into the movement, his foot sliding back in an attempt to to cut Zavien’s path. No hesitation. No retreat. He moved swiftly and precisely—not chasing, but intercepting. Shoulders squared as he rotated on his heel, Noah’s left arm came around in a tight hook, sharp and close, aimed for the ribs or flank—whatever opened first.
Noah had to give credit where credit was due, and Zavien deserved some credit. He was impressed that the man didn’t falter in the face of an opponent much stronger and fast than him. It was grit that Noah knew well, and since there were no magical abilities within the stranger, and the attuned bond was silent, Noah cast a net as he turned fully around to track Zavien. ”Learn that move from Anju?”
NOAH
