Eightfold Noble Path

"Try as you might, you'll never accomplish anything–!"

–Andraste found his words stifled as he lost track of the young man, who disappeared like a flash before his eyes. 

Thwamp. 

"Fwaugh…!" 

The knight spit out, lurching as a massive palm-strike directly to his stomach was unleashed, pushing with such force that his organs surely felt the blow. 

"What the hell do you know about me?!" He shouted, guiding his strike forward as he sent the knight flying back. 

After crashing down into the soil with a towering cloud of dust pillaring up, Andraste coughed out before kicking back onto his feet, "I know you're too weak to accomplish anything of worth! Your eyes still hold something in them!" 

"So what if they do–?!" 

Amidst their words, they clashed against, steel-to-steel as the force caused the foundation of the land to tremble.