There's a hole in my heart that's bleeding
Noah felt the impact—felt Damien’s shoulder slam into fur and muscle like a hammer striking a glacier. But the difference was immediate, undeniable. What for any other spar might have been a clever redirection landed on the once-demigod like a shove against a mountain.
The bear absorbed it.
Momentum surged through him, and internally Noah felt something shift in him like a rumble of thunder. Was it a laugh? Damien’s grip found purchase for a heartbeat, fingers closing in thick white fur where neck met shoulder—but Noah’s sheer mass answered like a hurricane. Noah ad a war-torn and practiced strength behind a body of solid muscle and bone, bred for breaking through sea ice and dragging seals through frozen water. While Damien’s Halovian nature was felt—noticed, even respected—it could not stop him.
Noah adjusted, paws carving deep furrows into the snow, weight rolling in a powerful twist. In a controlled pivot the bear made his intent clear. He didn't want to crush him—but let him feel the scale of what he'd chosen to stand against.
A rumble rolled out of Noah’s chest, more acknowledgment than warning, a slight tick of curiosity and even amusement rolling through the attuned bond even though his opponent would not feel it. The bear’s head swung, massive and deliberate, shoulder driving down to press into Damien’s attempt at leverage. The shift of muscle alone was enough to threaten to fold Damien toward the ground with the inevitability of a glacier pressing down on stone.
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But its given me strength I needed to carry on
