Noah
the sentinel of the north
the sentinel of the north
Noah couldn’t help but laugh as the snowball fight went on. The efforts of his friends for keeping his spirits lifted in the time where he was more easily distracted by worry was not lost on him. The thuds of several snowballs rapidly smashing into his shelter only made his laughter more raucous.
Gathering a few snowballs in the crook of his arm, Noah held them against his chest and called upon the magic within him. Disappearing from behind his fort, in the blink of an eye Noah appeared behind Deimos and started launching his snowballs at the Sword. If he landed only one against the man’s dark cloak, he would count it as a success.
When he was finished with his snowballs, his magic not ready to use again, he knew there was only one response. He laughed loudly and leaned forward. His laughter turned to a ripping, cackling roar as his body covered in white fur and grew and grew and grew.
