We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
The smacking and thwacking of wood against wood drew some attention of working soldiers. Noah heard their jeers and their taunts and even some of their encouragements over the sound of the wind and of his own thoughts. He couldn’t help but smirk.
Deimos shifted yet did not retreat backwards. Noah’s jaw feathered as he tried to follow his motion. He had barely a second to react as Deimos’ spear came for him. His reaction came without much thought, to be honest, as he tucked his own spear against his chest, dropped his center of gravity, and rolled out of the way of the Warden’s strike. He didn’t roll far from his friendly assailant, and stuck the blunt end of his spear out in a fast and sharp motion, aimed straight for Deimos’ left ankle.
NOAH
