every time i think i've finally made it, i learn i'm farther away than i have ever been before
With his own surprise bringing a wounded look to the courier’s face, Noah laughed. It was a bright laugh that rivaled the warmth of the sun over Torchline, easily translating that this spar was more for fun than it was for anything else to the Sentinel. He had already done what he wanted to do, which was to show off his spear’s capabilities as well as assess what Talyson was working with.
Noah altered his grip on his spear after thrashing out the arc of fire. The hunter followed the courier as the younger man prowled around him like a wolf on the tundra. Noah’s eyes glinted with half a look of mischief and half from the Sun SPear in his hands that sparked with starlight. Like he had done many times before, his stand off with Talyson was done with a keen and sharp focus, and as the accepted tensed his muscle and jutted his arm in a stabbing motion, Noah disappeared from sight.
The stab met nothing but air, and another bright, brilliant laugh broke the silence of the hunter blinking from existence as he reappeared behind Talyson, using the hilt of the spear to try and swipe his legs out from beneath him.
NOAH
