We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Soldiers moved around Noah and set to keep their target practice going. The smoldering of Neron held his attention only long enough for Deimos to close the distance and to start conversing. "You're the best leader they've had." He said, confident. There was no clause of in a long time or since *insert person here* -- because it was true in and of itself. It needed no ammendment. Deimos was the best leader the soldiers of Halo had ever had.
Noah turned towards the Warden, sucking his lips in slightly in thought. Deimos was a formidable warrior with many different skills mastered, and Noah took any opportunity he could to learn from his prowess as well as stretch his own muscles. Deciding, Noah "I wouldn't mind some close range weapons training, if you're up for that." Noah said, slipping his quiver of arrows off his back and setting them down with his bow before taking his spear in his other hand. He had practiced last with Talyson, and while it had been a good spar, it wasn't the same challenge that Deimos could offer him.
NOAH
