[Training] knock, knock, knocking on the glass

Noah

if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died

He struck her, and she fell.

It only gave him time to regain his composure, and his balance.

The hunter brought the spear back to him, and used it to help balance his weight. There would be a limp -- small, but noticeable -- as he moved away from her, and of that he was certain. His body would ache in a way that would make him feel successful. Not from winning, as there was no competition, but merely from learning. Whether this woman could truly admit it or not, she was a good fighter, and Noah learned from her. He smiled, a gentle smile that would instantly take away any sense of hostility. "I'm Noah Olson, by the way." He mused, nodding his head to her in thanks.

then I'm willing to
wait for it