will heaven step in?
After Noah's spar with Morgan, he felt invigorated. It had not been much, but the compliment he received from their Warden-once-Captain solidified his confidence for combat. He had been training throughout his life to hone the skills he could, but he truly relied on his will to survive and the skills he learned on the tundra. He was no warlord, no frontline battleman, but he could hold his own. Noah was unsatisfied with good enough, with holding his own. He needed to continue to hone his strengths and grow his weaknesses. Thus, he found himself in the training barracks again. His usual mode of operations took him over again as he stood on the sidelines, watching as others entered the ring and swung at each other. Soldiers littered the area. He knew some, and gave them gestures of greeting when it was appropriate. The hunter waited, despite their presence, for an opponent to come that he saw fit.
will it save us from our sin?
