We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Noah absorbed the answer with a flicker of interest, though his focus never drifted far from Zavien’s movements. Tal, not Anju. That made sense—quick feet, survival instincts, plenty of scrapes to prove it. But Noah wasn’t here to trade stories. He was here to push.
Zavien moved again, trying for distance—the purpose of his spar, part of his quest. Even without it being a requirement, it was smart. He advanced in two sharp steps, no warning before the next strike—Noah snapped forward with a right jab, not to land clean but to press the guard. If Zavien lifted to block, the demigod would give a shoulder check meant to throw Zavien off-balance. If he didn’t, though, Noah would let him retreat.
He didn’t want to hurt the man. But, again, Safrin appreciated effort. If Zavien wanted to play defense, he’d have to earn every inch.
Zavien moved again, trying for distance—the purpose of his spar, part of his quest. Even without it being a requirement, it was smart. He advanced in two sharp steps, no warning before the next strike—Noah snapped forward with a right jab, not to land clean but to press the guard. If Zavien lifted to block, the demigod would give a shoulder check meant to throw Zavien off-balance. If he didn’t, though, Noah would let him retreat.
He didn’t want to hurt the man. But, again, Safrin appreciated effort. If Zavien wanted to play defense, he’d have to earn every inch.
NOAH
