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

KORBIN

And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,

Korbin was too focused on the match to really make any comparisons to puffed up ningos, but he no doubt would when he replayed it in his mind later, over a drink. Strangely enough, he almost enjoyed himself. It wasn't a feeling he normally associated with sparring, but here, like this, the risk of doing serious harm to his friend was minimal and with the task reduced to a 'king of the hill' battle, it didn't feel as serious. Not like sparring with his sister, who would whip out daggers at a moments hesitation.

He hadn't really expected to actually gain the upper hand over Noah, and was unprepared when the older man gave way, staggering back a bit. It shifted Korbin's center of balance enough that he couldn't dodge out of the way when the hunter retaliated, and the shoulder shoved into his gut drove a good deal of air out of his lungs.

Rather than try to resist the foce backward as he struggled to pull down more air however, Korbin kept backing up. Hoping that Noah's momentum would carry him even further forward, he aimed a sweeping leg to the man's ankles, hoping to catch his foot and make him stumble. If he did, he was ready to push the man off is feet.

And if not... well... Let's deal with that scenario when it happened.

Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.