Carefully, Noah took off the quiver from his back and crouched in the snow. He rested his bow against his knee as he transferred the arrows from old to new, and strung the new quiver over his back. "Thank you." He said as he rolled his shoulder blades back, adjusting the new piece of equipment to where it would lay comfortably forevermore. Picking up his bow, Noah pulled an arrow from his new quiver and nocked it. He drew back and aimed for the targets Deimos had been assaulting with shards of ice. He took a small breath in, released it, and with it the arrow. He found his mark well, and, bringing shock and awe, the target ignited.
"Woah.." His jaw dropped as he turned his head towards his comrade, eyes bright and joyous and his laugh, full of amazement falling from parted jaws.
