DEIMOS
Eira might have had a primordial nature, but the ningos were having none of it. Squawking, hooting, and hollering as the griffin charged at them, they scattered in the way most of these fools did – aimlessly. Luckily, Belial was there, leaping at them as well, and together the collective whole was either decimated or chased away. The peryton was quite smug, and snagged several in his mouth, leaving the other companion to decide her next course of action as he sought to return towards the Sword.Rolling his eyes inward at the antics, Deimos continued to utilize his earthen magic and the stones to ensure the structure remained solid. Between Noah, Alys, and the other workers, the concrete mix was eventually utilized in between cracks, without tripping, faltering, or fumbling.
Nodding his approval, the Warden sped the drying process along with some well-placed fire magic, and then those proportions were settled. “Good. We can keep the mix for the other walls.” Pausing, and shaking his head, he persisted. “The ningos are gone,” not describing how, but based on the predacious bonded returning, they’d be able to see momentarily. “We can go to the southern part and repair the weapons.”
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The eastern wall has been patched up, and ningos along the southern wall…dispatched.
Drag your things over to the southern wall! No post order!
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
