NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
The rustling caught Noah's attention, but Eira kept moving forward on her path of gourd destruction. She had little trouble with destroying the creatures, especially with the venom that laced her claws and etched into the gourds' tough rind. Once struck with the venom, she was easily able to tear apart the gourds with her claws and brute strength. For a creature of her size, she was impressive for pound for pound action.
The hunter turned, shifting up from his lynx form to take on his original body once more. He narrowed glacier eyes to peek into the darkness of the undergrowth -- but not any sooner that he did came another assault. The gourd fragment that Deimos' actions had sent this way came flying back out at Noah, hitting him square in the chest. His eyebrows knit together before he suddenly had to duck, a sharp breath escaping his lips as he did. Vines swarmed and writhed up, some of them curled around hissing vampire gourds, and others launching them towards the vagabonds.
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
