NOAH
I'll follow you down, through the eye of the storm
Noah hated being angry. He hated this. He couldn't stop it, though. He couldn't stop the surge of magma leaking into his veins, the white-hot rage filling him and taking every other emotion captive. Icy yes bore down on the man he held against the wall. He could feel him start to tremble beneath his hands, and it made the anger surge through him even further. This man was nothing but a coward. He didn't try to fight back, didn't reach for a shiv to stick into the hunter. He didn't even speak. He had no defense for his actions. Noah growled and dropped him. The shopkeep gasped and collapsed at Noah's feet. "Next time I'll take your tongue." He threatened, while Delphine tugged at him.
He let her pull him out of the small booth, and finally he turned to walk with her. He seethed beneath his light clothes, his face flushed with red. The veins in his neck hardly settled. Delphine's voice was fuzzy in his blinded rage. He finally huffed out a deep breath. "No man should speak about a woman in such a way. If we had been in Halo, and I heard that, it would have been worse." He admitted, eyes still straight forward as they walked along. He could faintly hear people trying to clean up his mess, and the coward of a man screaming obscenities at them. "How dare he." Noah said, fists clenching, but legs still carrying him as Delphine led.
