Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
Noah didn’t take the cut to his leg too seriously—sparring with Ronin always came with bruises. He knew that both of them had the power to heal, and so once this was over, muscle and skin would be sewn back together with precision and skill.
The spirit stag charged on cue, flames dancing as it struck Ronin’s back with enough force to stagger. As Ronin tumbled and rolled forward, he knew exactly what was happening. He did not want to be between the Knight and his weapon again. Noah pushed off his bad leg, wincing slightly from the pain and sucking in a sharp breath, and the Forsaken was sent barreling to the side again to avoid the axe as it flew back to its master.
”I don’t think your weapon skills have gotten that rusty!” Noah laughed as he stood back, eyeing the Knight to see what else would come, or if it would be the end of their practice.
The spirit stag charged on cue, flames dancing as it struck Ronin’s back with enough force to stagger. As Ronin tumbled and rolled forward, he knew exactly what was happening. He did not want to be between the Knight and his weapon again. Noah pushed off his bad leg, wincing slightly from the pain and sucking in a sharp breath, and the Forsaken was sent barreling to the side again to avoid the axe as it flew back to its master.
”I don’t think your weapon skills have gotten that rusty!” Noah laughed as he stood back, eyeing the Knight to see what else would come, or if it would be the end of their practice.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
