the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't
Noah's attitude from hoping he could learn something shifted into confidence that he did know some things. He did still think, however, he had a lot learn. But at least he could hold his own. He backed the woman up to the wall and felt a small wave of victory roll over him. It was, however, celebration too soon. He should have known -- predators backed into a corner will always attack. She struck at him swiftly, pushing him back with a force that made him tumble over his own feet. He scrambled for balance but with his hands clasped around his spear he had a harder time.
The hunter did not fall, but he nearly did. He dropped his spear and it cracked against the stone floor. He continued to scramble, but now that he had his hands he could push off the ground. He tried to maneuver himself away from the Warden, but he was too slow in all of his scrambling. Her hammer moved and he felt it collide with his ribcage as he stood up. He pulled back and hissed some, almost instinctually, and covered the spot. Surely, with skin so close to bone, it would bruise.
He backed away some, lifting a hand gently towards the Warden. "Good match?" He questioned, and eyebrow lifting.
so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow
Noah Olson
