Tal scampered into place and set himself across from Noah, gripping his knife enthusiastically and then needing to take a moment to remind himself to relax and breathe. He only had a moment, however, before Noah moved in on attack that reminded him of his own training. The courier shifted sideways in a dodge, feet moving in the patterns Deimos had taught him as he pulled his hip back and then kept the momentum going, skipping back and to the side at an angle to maintain distance.
Which seemed a strange thing to do when he had a knife, but his sharp-toothed grin might give his intentions away. He continued to circle to Noah's left and lashed out with the knife in a short stabbing motion. Of course the blade was nowhere near the hunter, but an invisible point of force thrust out in a mirror of his attack, up to ten feet away from where Tal had stabbed the air in front of him and aimed towards cutting a slash in the other man's left sleeve.
Which seemed a strange thing to do when he had a knife, but his sharp-toothed grin might give his intentions away. He continued to circle to Noah's left and lashed out with the knife in a short stabbing motion. Of course the blade was nowhere near the hunter, but an invisible point of force thrust out in a mirror of his attack, up to ten feet away from where Tal had stabbed the air in front of him and aimed towards cutting a slash in the other man's left sleeve.
