[Leather Armor] It bites into the leather, but was stopped

It found its mark, but the leather armor that Noah was wearing underneath his clothing saved him, preventing the edge from penetrating his flesh. Still, he could feel the **** of the impact, the blade digging into the hardened leather, bruising his skin beneath. The shock of the blow knocked the breath out of him, and he fell to the ground, grunting in pain.

Scarface was on him in an instant. He dove at him, pinning him down, and Noah felt a hand close around his throat. He struggled, trying to break the hold, but the raider was stronger, his fingers like iron bands around his neck. Black spots began to swim before his eyes as he gasped for air, his lungs burning. He reached up with a **** hand, clawing at the raider's face, but his assailant just laughed, a cold, cruel sound.

Crunch. The laughter died in his throat as the raider slumped, his head falling forward onto Noah's chest. Behind him, Eunhwa stood, a bloodied rock clutched in her hands. Her face was pale and drawn, but her eyes blazed with a fierce determination. "Get the fuck off him!" She hissed through clenched teeth.

Noah coughed, gasping for air, and rolled the raider's corpse off him. He sat up slowly, his head pounding, his throat raw. "Thanks," he croaked, his voice hoarse. "I owe you one."

She shook her head, dropping the stone. "We're even," she said, her voice soft. In that moment, they were bound by more than just survival; they shared a silent understanding forged in the crucible of **** and desperation. They were survivors, fighters, and in this broken world, that was all that mattered.

Greg approached, and the three of them rushed towards the supplies before the fire could consume them all. They pulled the crates back, away from the flames, but it was already too late for most of them. By the time the flames had finally burned out, they were left with much less than they had hoped for.

They salvaged what they could, and made their way back home.

[Food +20, Eunhwa +20]