Flip the Script

Noir felt victorious as his shoulder collided beautifully with gust boy’s chest. He could hear the air rush from him as he was forced back. For a moment Noir was sure that his inferior opponent was about to be dunked. Before he could celebrate his victory though Torn was quick to recover and return the gesture tenfold. Noir was a stubborn one, and didn’t want to give up any of his hard won ground. He braced for the impact instead of taking the smarter choice of evasion. His smirk was coupled with a menacing snarl, his bright blue and black hackles raised with his shoulders rolled forward and his chin tucked. His gaze was narrowed and his tail waved behind in dominantly.

He took the hit, but the weight behind the attack had been a bit more than he expected. He was forced to take a step back as well, but he couldn’t get any grip. Panic almost took him as he felt himself slipping back into the water, but suddenly he was grabbed up by a much bigger adversary.

Noir felt himself struggle instinctively before he realized it was his own father’s teeth in his scruff. He felt anger well up in his chest instead of appreciation. He had been winning! Why did his dad, and Shaye! Have to come and ruin his excitement. He scowled as Rhyme placed him at his paws, however it didn’t last long as his features took on an innocent look. He widened his eyes a bit and lowered his raised hackles. Noir’s eyes didn't leave the other boy as Shaye asked her question.

”We were just sparring, Shaye.” He told her, downplaying how serious he had been about inflicting damage on this interloper.