[se] in the armory of your soul

NOAH

set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes

Snow and ice exploded all around the polar bear. He could hear the general laughing beneath the attack, and his eyes scanned for the body of the mage. Noah growled softly as he scraped and snow with his paw, throwing what was mostly now powder in the direction of the warlord. His lips peeled back and he shook snow from his massive head. Despite bearing great fangs, there was nothing but humor and delight splayed out across the attuned bond that was free for Deimos to feel.

He swept another paw-full of snow at the general just as the snowball created above his head came crashing down. The bear grunted as snow covered him and stuck to hairs the same color. Noah shook out his body, snow flying everywhere, half-melted and half-powder. He turned then, back towards where he had come, and loped away. Shifting back to his human form just before the half-wall he had utilized previously, Noah jumped over it and took shelter.

feel defiance burning through my teeth
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day