NOAH
set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes
set it to your woes
It took no time for Noah to be assaulted by both the Warden and the General. One snowball smacked against the back of his head, exploding over blond locks. The other thudded on his chest, and stuck comically to his jacket, half-indented. The hunter's laugh followed Deimos', the youthful spirit of the activity filling his chest. It had been too long since Noah had a carefree moment, let alone a carefree afternoon.
He made more snowballs, quickly throwing them in the direction the attacks on him had come. He threw two towards where Morgan had been, and only one at Deimos, seeming to change his target for a moment. After throwing the three snowballs, Noah crouched again and surged forward, attempting to round in behind the General.
Suddenly, the man leapt over the barrier created by the warlord and his body shifted. As paws hit the ground Noah was charging where he thought Deimos to be as a polar bear. He huffed and finally reared on back legs, crashing down with font paws in an attempt to burry the general in the snow of his own fortress.
feel defiance burning through my teeth
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
