Deimos
With the mischief already barreling onward, the Sword barely gave much thought to the felled trees at the moment, save for how they’d made foundational obstacles in the sudden onslaught of another game. “How so?” He hadn’t even started this escalating semblance (but he fully intended to finish it), stalking a few paces away, watching as she plastered herself against a trunk of one of the few trees still standing.
An inward snort rendered through his chest, and then he glanced up, up, up, towards the boughs heavily laden in wet snow and powder. It was almost too easy. Without any need to give chase (though he would, if given the right circumstances), he simply stood nearby, amidst the outcroppings of their collapsed timber, arms folded over his chest. A pretense, perhaps, to look as though he were considering and weighing out his options, biding his time, when all the machinations were already angled and devised. Within a moment, the brandished combination of water and air layered through the elements, dropping the snow towards her.
An inward snort rendered through his chest, and then he glanced up, up, up, towards the boughs heavily laden in wet snow and powder. It was almost too easy. Without any need to give chase (though he would, if given the right circumstances), he simply stood nearby, amidst the outcroppings of their collapsed timber, arms folded over his chest. A pretense, perhaps, to look as though he were considering and weighing out his options, biding his time, when all the machinations were already angled and devised. Within a moment, the brandished combination of water and air layered through the elements, dropping the snow towards her.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
