[Training] [SE] what we have is a gift

NOAH

I can't wait for this no more,
My eyes have come undone

The two of them, hardened Halovians, probably looked like two idiots shuffling around each other with their arms held behind their backs. Like two roosters scratching at the same patch of dirt for the same worm. The thought almost made Noah laugh. If he had not been so focused on trying to stay upright and avoid Korbin's stomping feet, he might have. But there were other looming feelings, swimming through his mind and clogging it all up. He wasn't sure he could Really laugh right now. He might get a sound out, a smile to break his face, but it surely would not be the deep, uproarious laughter that shook his chest and made wrinkles form at the corner of his eyes. It would not be the laugh that people were accustomed to from him. And so, without laughter, he tried his best to avoid the younger attuned's feet.

With his focus so much on trying to keep Korbin from stomping on his feet, Noah had been pushed back by the younger man. He stumbled, his feet moving quickly to try and right himself. He--thankfully--knocked into a training dummy. It's weighted center of gravity and his own momentum helped him stay up on his feet. He breathed out, hard. There were beads of sweat already forming on his brow, half from the effort of trying to stay balanced and half from the close proximity in which the two men sparred. Using the training dummy to propel him forward, Noah lowered his shoulder again, though even lower than before. He tried to use enough force to push Korbin back and away, and if he had made contact at the last second he would straighten his body to try and topple the raven over.

If my star will ever rise,
Let it be the only one