NATE
”Once we figure out for sure where we’ll be holed up, we can figure out where to block.” The temple, Theskyra house, it didn’t matter so long as they had somewhere to retreat to, somewhere defensible. Leaning in and lifting a Singtel brow in response to the sharp grin, Nate finds himself grinning at the spikes growing out of the Hailstorms palm. ”You've got some tricks up your sleeve, huh?” An approving rumble, as he reaches out to poke at an ice spike, testing its sturdiness before its shaken away.
”I know someone with fire magic, but I’m not sure if it’s worth bothering her about it. She’s still weak with it.” And for what they’re doing they need a conflagration, not an ember. ”Sunjata has a few blades that should be useful.” Nate lapses into a moment of silence, sipping his drink before he glances up at his fellow ascended, brows pinched together. ”The Warden? Isn’t she in Halo anyway?”
”I know someone with fire magic, but I’m not sure if it’s worth bothering her about it. She’s still weak with it.” And for what they’re doing they need a conflagration, not an ember. ”Sunjata has a few blades that should be useful.” Nate lapses into a moment of silence, sipping his drink before he glances up at his fellow ascended, brows pinched together. ”The Warden? Isn’t she in Halo anyway?”
You got me actin' like the old me
But you don't even know me
But you don't even know me
