NOAH
I can't wait for this no more,
My eyes have come undone
My eyes have come undone
Noah was no stranger to sparring, as were other Halovians. While he did not take fighting and war to be his main career, living here one needed to be adept enough to at least have a chance at survival. He was also no stranger at his legs and his arms having to work independently. In the tundra, during hunt, his arms were always occupied separately from his legs. Even if he fell into the snow or slipped on ice, his arms usually could not aid him in getting up. Noah's thighs were thick and hardened with muscle, and his core trained to have a low center of gravity and good balance. Despite that, the position of his arms being held behind his back still felt awkward. He was so used to still having them out before him, holding weaponry.
His shoulder connected with Korbin and knocked the younger man off balance. A small, satisfied smile touched Noah's features as he felt their bodies clash momentarily. Although Korbin was knocked off balance, he was just as versed in sparring than Noah, and bounced back with his own attack. Noah sidestepped to the left, but his timing was slower than Korbin, and he took the kick to his right shin, just below the knee. From his smile, a guffaw fell from his lips when he felt the foot make connection with his leg. It was not enough to bruise deeply, but he felt it nonetheless. Thinking quickly, Noah rushed towards Korbin and tried to tangle their legs together, while pushing the younger man with his shoulders if he were successful.
If my star will ever rise,
Let it be the only one
Let it be the only one
