Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Sah’s appearance surprised him, based on how things had gone recently, but he wasn’t about to comment on the younger man’s mood – some motions were probably justified, and others would simply have to amount to growth. “Thank you,” he obliged instead with a nod of his head and a free pass from any ensuing onslaught.For now, anyway.
Hadama didn’t seem at all bothered by the assault, which caused his eyes to narrow briefly. Considering how the tournament had gone, Deimos was essentially a shield for anyone in his vicinity, and would never need to use his son as one.
Instead, he continued his unrelenting siege, hastening another massive snowball in his midst, while Erebos giggled from behind the sling’s guarded cloth, and hurled it towards Hadama again.
