We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Deimos was already engaged, finishing a spar with one of the soldiers. Noah slowed near Deimos rather than interrupting outright, knowing the warden had a soft enough eye on the training grounds to notice his arrival and approach. The clash of movement and breath carried easily across the frost-hardened earth, boots grinding on the packed ground, the dull thud of bodies shifting weight and testing balance like the living metronome of the barracks. Noah folded his arms loosely across his chest and watched, patient.
When the Sword had thrown his last assault of earth, the Sentinel stepped foward. “Safrin set the terms for part of my quest. I need to complete a spar without using any weapons, abilities, or shifts.” His brows lifted slightly, acknowledging the challenge in the constraints even as he said it aloud. “Buuuuut," he added, meeting Deimos’s gaze steadily, unable to hide the mischief in his glacier eyes, “you can use yours.” Would he get pummeled? Probably.
But he trusted Deimos.
When the Sword had thrown his last assault of earth, the Sentinel stepped foward. “Safrin set the terms for part of my quest. I need to complete a spar without using any weapons, abilities, or shifts.” His brows lifted slightly, acknowledging the challenge in the constraints even as he said it aloud. “Buuuuut," he added, meeting Deimos’s gaze steadily, unable to hide the mischief in his glacier eyes, “you can use yours.” Would he get pummeled? Probably.
But he trusted Deimos.
NOAH
