Noah
Noah was too consumed in what he was wanting to accomplish that he did not even notice how the woman was distracted for a moment. If he had known what was going on in her head, however, he may have also gotten distracted. Even so, he was too focused to notice.
His grasp was tight but not bruising as he spun her around, and he continued to press onward, hoping to knock the blonde off balance. He wanted her to keep fighting, wanted to see what she had in her, he wanted and wanted and wanted and..
THUD---
It was a small piece of earth that hit him, but the thud caught his attention. Delphine turned and hid into his chest and his eyebrows furrowed together. He was completely stunned for a minute before it hit him: she had more magic. "Delphine, do that again!" He exclaimed, quickly jumping back away from her.
"Throw another rock at me!"
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
