Noe
Change my priorities
Noe wasn't particularly good at combat, either - that was more Koa's thing - and Lena's self-deprecating laugh drew a small smile to Noe's face. "Hand to hand sounds great." At least she knew the basics. He brother had ensured that much.
Noe found a spot in the sand that offered a relatively flat, open area for them to spar in, then stretched her arms over her head and across her chest, loosening up for whatever Lena would throw at her. Mittens hovered somewhere behind the Attuned, drawing another small smile from Noe. The abominable snowman might be a menace, but it was a nice distraction of its own.
Then Noe took up a position she'd learned from Koa: legs shoulder width apart, balanced on the balls of her feet, arms up to protect her face. "Whenever you're ready."
Noe found a spot in the sand that offered a relatively flat, open area for them to spar in, then stretched her arms over her head and across her chest, loosening up for whatever Lena would throw at her. Mittens hovered somewhere behind the Attuned, drawing another small smile from Noe. The abominable snowman might be a menace, but it was a nice distraction of its own.
Then Noe took up a position she'd learned from Koa: legs shoulder width apart, balanced on the balls of her feet, arms up to protect her face. "Whenever you're ready."
The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury
