Noe
Change my priorities
At the very least, Noe had the ability to make a proper fist going for her. It had been one of the first things that Koa had taught her, way back when their mother was still alive and things were simpler. They'd been play-fighting one day, and Noe had tucked her thumb into her fingers, and Koa had stopped her from breaking something before resuming their match. It was a fond memory, and one that surfaced now as Noe prepared for the inevitable blows to come.
Lena, her brows furrowed in an expression that might have been comical had Noe not been focusing on the task at hand, threw a methodical punch towards Noe's upper arm. And even though the girl saw it coming, she was rusty on her ability to dodge. The strike landed on the outside of her arm, but Noe ignored the sharp sting. Instead, she aimed her own punch towards Lena's shoulder, hoping to take advantage of the momentary opening to land her own blow.
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Lena, her brows furrowed in an expression that might have been comical had Noe not been focusing on the task at hand, threw a methodical punch towards Noe's upper arm. And even though the girl saw it coming, she was rusty on her ability to dodge. The strike landed on the outside of her arm, but Noe ignored the sharp sting. Instead, she aimed her own punch towards Lena's shoulder, hoping to take advantage of the momentary opening to land her own blow.
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