Perhaps Noah had gotten too caught up in his attack, or a sudden worry overtook him for the younger man (he hadn't really intended to catch him on fire), but Noah took the stab to his foot with full force. He sucked a breath through his teeth and pulled his knee up quickly, using his spear to help balance him against the snow. The familiar warm feeling of blood was already filling his wool sock. Had it not been for the tough leather of his boot or his thick socks, he was certain he would have a hole in his foot. Instead, there was merely a cut, though he wouldn't tell quite where.
Balancing himself once more on two feet, Noah gritted his teeth and pushed through the pain, running quickly towards Talyson and using his spear to attempt to knock him in the ribs and off balance.
Balancing himself once more on two feet, Noah gritted his teeth and pushed through the pain, running quickly towards Talyson and using his spear to attempt to knock him in the ribs and off balance.
Noah
the sentinel of the north
