set it to your woes
As he spoke with the Warden, however, defending his decisions, Deimos had conjured his own strike. Noah hadn't noticed the snow forming above his head, and it came down upon him mercilessly. The hunter groaned, still good mannered, as he lifted his arms above his head in a futile attempt at protecting himself. "Okay, okay, I deserved that."
Noah laughed as he brushed the snow from his shoulders and shook it from his hood. "Since Morgan was so keen to defend your right for a fighting chance," He shook the last bit of snow from Deimos' assault from his chest, "I'll just take a minute to get set up here." He waggled his eyebrow some, the hunter seeming to fall into his youth. He remembered oh, so many snowball fights out in this same area with the Hales and Pendragons.
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day