Noah Hope seems gone But we'll make it out alive Had Noah not already been tricked by her illusions, had he not been expecting it, he may have fallen for it. But as the image of his hand opening and dropping the vial happened before his very eyes, he willed his own fist to tighten over the vial. He felt it, the liquid within warming with the time spent in his hands. His focus, shifted so fully on keeping the vial in his hands and not succumbing to her illusions, missed her attack. She was able to shove into him, and he had to take a side step to recover his balance. His smile broke further over his face, and he even let out a one-syllable guffaw of laughter. ”Oof.” He said, turning to her fully and lifting his hands. He kept one closed over the vial, but the other he opened up to show his palm. ”Thank you, Alys, for your time. You are a fierce opponent.” FIN |
