Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Deimos shrugged his shoulders; perhaps a little dismayed that he hadn’t been permitted to revel in some bloodletting of his own. But there would be other adventures and mishaps in the future, for those came with certainty in Halo, so he snagged at the other ursur, assisting and loading the emptied carcass (bizarre). As Sah worked and the Sword tied down the scavenged bear, his head tilted vaguely, listening to the inquiry. “She would appreciate that, probably.” Not that Safrin wasn’t a goddess who couldn’t handle the sight of such things – one could surmise she’d had her own share of potent and powerful demonstrations. “Otherwise, you should be fine.” 
