We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Noah’s sweep cut through empty space as Deimos stepped cleanly aside. The cyclone shifted with him, the air and earth following like a loyal hound, and Noah’s boot carved a shallow line through the packed snow before he pulled it back beneath him.
He rose smoothly from the low motion, glacier eyes already adjusting to the fire that came. Noah watched the moment Deimos drew it in—embers threading through the cyclone, flames licking through the spinning stone and air until the whole shield became something hotter, sharper, more unpredictable. The wind carried sparks now, snapping and twisting in sudden arcs. Noah smirked.
The Sentinel shifted his stance, circling instead of charging straight in again. He moved again—this time quicker. Instead of sweeping low, Noah closed the distance in two long strides before dropping his center of gravity abruptly. One hand shot out toward the ground for balance as he pivoted hard on his lead foot, his other shoulder driving forward. The motion turned into a tight hook of his leg, aiming to catch the back of Deimos’ knee while the Sword’s attention remained on the upper approach.
Noah committed fully to the strike, ready to roll away the moment the fire-laced winds snapped back at him, or be burned if he wasn't fast enough.
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He rose smoothly from the low motion, glacier eyes already adjusting to the fire that came. Noah watched the moment Deimos drew it in—embers threading through the cyclone, flames licking through the spinning stone and air until the whole shield became something hotter, sharper, more unpredictable. The wind carried sparks now, snapping and twisting in sudden arcs. Noah smirked.
The Sentinel shifted his stance, circling instead of charging straight in again. He moved again—this time quicker. Instead of sweeping low, Noah closed the distance in two long strides before dropping his center of gravity abruptly. One hand shot out toward the ground for balance as he pivoted hard on his lead foot, his other shoulder driving forward. The motion turned into a tight hook of his leg, aiming to catch the back of Deimos’ knee while the Sword’s attention remained on the upper approach.
Noah committed fully to the strike, ready to roll away the moment the fire-laced winds snapped back at him, or be burned if he wasn't fast enough.
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NOAH
