NOAH
Noah's brute strength and determination came in handy at his last task. Bringing materials and tools, and even water when needed, seemed to be something he excelled at on this day. As time passed and frustrations grew for his compatriots, Noah kept his nose to the grindstone and worked like a horse. He felt the edges of fatigue gently brush against his muscles, but as Deimos called for his aid he still answered. Setting down the tools he had brought over to a group working near Evie, he grabbed a wedge and mallet from their pile. Then, Noah trotted over to where Deimos was.
"I've got these to pry the old ones off." He said, briefly showing what he had to Deimos before setting to work. He placed the corner of the wedge in the rusted, busted old hinges and struck the wider end with the mallet, hoping he put enough force in each swing for the old hardware to break off easily. Though, nothing it seemed was ever that easy in Halo.
i'd fashioned my own cross
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
