We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Prone as he had made himself, Noah was unable to roll quickly enough out of the way of Deimos' counterstrike. He tried, but by the time he saw it coming there were few options. He didn't want to roll and risk getting struck the back (or, knowing Deimos and the nature of their relationship, on his backside).
The adjustment he was able to make was only to block what he could. He straightened his arms and thrust his spear out parallel to the ground and down somewhat. The shock of Deimos' own spear smacking against his sent the vibrations up Noah's arms. Electricity raced from his fingertips to his elbows and he felt it even in his gritted teeth. His glacier eyes flicked up towards Deimos momentarily as he thought quickly. Noah kicked upwards towards Deimos' knee -- to either strike, or make the taller man move.
NOAH
