the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't
Noah found himself at the training grounds, again. He knew he needed to continue to hone his skills, and since the tundra left him empty handed and with no game today, this was what he chose to do. He sat on one of the benches of the sidelines, watching as a few guards practiced working with swords. He watched as they worked on their footwork, on their strikes, and on their blocks. Olsons had always been hunters, never guards, but still Noah's father instilled in his sons the importance of honing all survival skills, fighting included. Noah appreciated this about his father, and sought the training grounds out throughout his life, but within the last year he seemed to be spending more and more time here, working with fellow Halovians and strangers alike to sharpen his skills. Finally, the hunter stood, and strode towards the training ring, searching for a willing opponent.
so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow
Noah Olson
