the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't
The world seemed to slow down around him as his divine opposition domed over them. Healing and damage both went out in equal force, and Noah felt the hole where Cordelia's arrow had been sew itself back closed. The bear finally fell as Deimos ripped its windpipe from its throat, and the hunter watched as the body landed with a massive thud that nearly shook the ground beneath his boots. Noah squelched through the blood to get to Cordelia.
Lowering his body, Noah offered to help her stand by getting beneath her arms and wrapping a strong limb around her back. He was concerned for her, but he knew that he had at least offered her some healing from his magic. "Too bad it caught fire. Deimos could have made something nice from its pelt." He said as he turned his body back towards the massive creature, letting Cordelia put as much weight on him as she needed. "But the meat will still be good."
Leaning over to place a gentle kiss on Cordelia's temple, the hunter let his lips linger for just a second longer to whisper against her ear: "You...shot me."
so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow
Noah Olson
