we are ready and prepared to fight, raise up your swords, don't be afraid
Noah’s eyes continued to scan around, noticing how everyone was dressed drastically different than him. He wore a pair of cut of pants with several pockets, and boots, and a long button up rolled to the elbows. He had no swimsuit like the majority of others, but, for those that knew Noah, didn’t seem too out of sorts. He let his eyes linger on the group outside the barrier for a moment, giving each of them (Deimos, Remi, Ronin, Sunjata) a respectful nod and a small wave of greeting.
Standing on the outside, like the others, wouldn’t help Noah anyway—not right now. Most of his magic was ineffective against the Family and their damned creatures, so staying in the fray of people was his best option — because at least then he could defend with his hands, his body, his flesh, without having to book it across the sands and lose his magic anyway. So here was, within the vacuumed veil.
He turned and then noticedLena, his face brightening some as he readily made to close distance between them. On his approach, he noticed how her fingers were laced tightly into those of Zavien and as Noah came upon them, and offered his hand to the man to shake in greeting, he smiled warmly. ”How are you?” Noah asked Lena first, then eyes went to Zavien, and back. He had heard the transmission from Vox, and concern laced over his eyes.
Standing on the outside, like the others, wouldn’t help Noah anyway—not right now. Most of his magic was ineffective against the Family and their damned creatures, so staying in the fray of people was his best option — because at least then he could defend with his hands, his body, his flesh, without having to book it across the sands and lose his magic anyway. So here was, within the vacuumed veil.
He turned and then noticed
THE F O R S A K E N
