Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
She was quick, Noah would give her that. She advanced towards him as soon as he gave a starting signal. He moved back, feet shuffling quickly along the cold stone floor. Her right hand extended her mace towards him and his spear. Quickly, Noah pulled his arms in and held the weapon against his body. Her mace barely missed them, swinging so close that he could feel the whoosh of air. He swallowed hard, blue eyes widening some. That was a dangerous weapon, and he did not plan on being maimed today. Rocking on his heels, Noah balanced himself again and struck out with his own attack.
The hunter swiftly let the right side of his body fade back and to the left, his left side staying planted. He angled himself and twisted his arm on his spear, lifting his right arm and his grip on the weapon. His left hand brought it back towards him, and he was sure to keep the point of the spear from cutting him. He swung upwards in an attempt to strike her on the bottom side of her right arm or in her abdomen.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
