Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20170119014916/@comment-11588669-20170122211707

Nox jolts, catching himself on the doorway and snarling as he nearly pitches out. The mercenary settles, looking even paler. He, apparently, really, really doesn't like flying. And the glare he turns at Sabah is quite literally freezing. As in frost may be forming on the girl. His mouth opens to spit hell...and only a sigh escapes.

"Good shot. But next time, a warning, please." Now the horrible scent reaches the Bullhead, noxious and disgusting. Nox doesn't seem affected at all besides the slight narrowing of his eyes.

"...Nox, mask on." Garron's voice has changed from kind to stern and commanding, and his own helmet is on. "Sabah, take to the air and keep beside the bullhead. Fire at any grimm that comes close."

Nox nods as his mask forms out of ice, covering his features and offering some more protection.

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With Aureole, there's nothing. Absolutely nothing aside from the crackle of fire. It's...eerie...