KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin just grinned back and readied himself. It might have been an idea to tie the hands back using string to keep them from flying apart, but this was safer and would work almost as well.
Noah launched straight into it, and Korbin tried to dodge by twisting his torso side. He was a bit too slow however, and the shoulder of the bigger, heavier man bumped into his chest and knocked him back. The force wasn't great, just enough to push him off balance.
He was able to recover quickly, and in retaliation, the young raven threw out a leg, trying to kick at Noah's knee. There was less force behind it than he could have used; for one, he didn't want to hurt the man, and for another... Korbin couldn't say he really trusted himself. His head hadn't been in a good place since his own incident with a cannibal, and he'd had too many nightmares about it - and all too clear recollections during broad daylight - to fully commit to a fight.
Even if it was just a spar, it felt... dangerous. Uncomfortable.
Noah launched straight into it, and Korbin tried to dodge by twisting his torso side. He was a bit too slow however, and the shoulder of the bigger, heavier man bumped into his chest and knocked him back. The force wasn't great, just enough to push him off balance.
He was able to recover quickly, and in retaliation, the young raven threw out a leg, trying to kick at Noah's knee. There was less force behind it than he could have used; for one, he didn't want to hurt the man, and for another... Korbin couldn't say he really trusted himself. His head hadn't been in a good place since his own incident with a cannibal, and he'd had too many nightmares about it - and all too clear recollections during broad daylight - to fully commit to a fight.
Even if it was just a spar, it felt... dangerous. Uncomfortable.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
