Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
Noah had managed a good thwack of his spear that he knew would draw the attention of other sparrers around them. He felt the connection of his spear and her body all the way up to his shoulders. Unlike the woman, he did not grin with the success of his strike. His shin throbbed beneath his own weight, and his elbow tingled still, and he knew there would be bruising along his body where the two had clashed. He knew he needed to end this, otherwise the two of them would be left bloody and bruised. He did not know this strange woman, but Noah could not afford to decimate his own body on this practice yard. He had duties to fulfill and tasks to accomplish.
She struck her leg out towards him and Noah tried to twist his body away and pull his leg out from her reach. The pain of the action, however, was too much. He was slowed down by the pain in his shin, and because of that, she was able to land her kick squarely where the mace had scraped before. Noah grunted and reacted in the only way he could -- he swung his spear again, this time harder than before.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
