KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Hoist by his own petard. Dragging Noah off balance made the young raven a bit more confident than he ought to be. His leg swept wild, and Noah's foot stomped down hard on his instep. It drew a hiss from the boy as pain sizzled up the leg, and he staggered back. The arms almost flew apart as he struggled to maintain his balance.
For a moment he stood teetering, like a giant tower about to crumble... and then he fell. But even as he did so, he lashed out with his feet one more time, to try and kick Noah's feet out from under him. If he was going down, he had every intention of taking the other man with him.
As he crashed to the ground, reflex made him roll out of the way. A quiet, breathless laughter stole from him then, and for a while he could only lay there, sprawled on the floor like an idiot. Never mind that he was sweaty and sore from the shoulder shoves into his chest, this had been fun.
Now, if only every spar could be this lighthearted. Then even he might take some joy in training.
For a moment he stood teetering, like a giant tower about to crumble... and then he fell. But even as he did so, he lashed out with his feet one more time, to try and kick Noah's feet out from under him. If he was going down, he had every intention of taking the other man with him.
As he crashed to the ground, reflex made him roll out of the way. A quiet, breathless laughter stole from him then, and for a while he could only lay there, sprawled on the floor like an idiot. Never mind that he was sweaty and sore from the shoulder shoves into his chest, this had been fun.
Now, if only every spar could be this lighthearted. Then even he might take some joy in training.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
