Noah had no patience for the sight he saw. Turning a corner, he lifted his eyebrows as Deimos and a handful of his soldiers seemed to rally on a target. The Sentinel excused himself from the presence of those he was with -- traders and merchants -- before making his way across towards his general. While he was still several paces off, he saw the target that they rallied around, and it made his blood run cold. "You have no place here." Noah's voice was hard and cold as he stopped to the left of Deimos, a few feet away, with eyes like fire on Neron. He didn't truly care why the Hailstorm had come here, dared to show his face, but he wanted him to know plain and true that he was not welcome. The injuries and the way his clothes lay tattered over his broken frame were not lost on the Sentinel, though there was no empathy evoked from such a sight. Neron didn't deserve it. Just when you think there's a settled score The battle has been reborn |
