DEIMOS
Even without Noah’s direction, the intention behind the Sword’s movements had been exactly that – a little water, a little earth – purposeful and driven to unfurl the snow away from the weapons, and ensure they could be dug out properly. Which went well; piles of snow, and chunks of ice driven away from the wooden and metallic frames of the armaments – Until it didn’t.
Noah, his unicorn, and his assistant seemed to have it at first, until either a shovel hit either a large patch of frozen ground or a weapon fought back, but they’d end up with ice in their face for their troubles, and some disgruntlement, most likely. Eventually though, with Deimos assisting, they managed to free the trebuchets and ballistas.
Alys and the other worker took readily to their task, cleaning, scrubbing, and ensuring the mixture nests, bird droppings, and any other assortment was gone, vanguished from the surroundings. It gave even the Warden pause, long enough to grant a boyish grin towards the fellow Abandoned. “Might be the cleanest that wall has ever been,” with a nod of recognition for her efforts.
Thereafter though, there was always more to do. “We need to test these,” which, at least, should be amusing, and he handed each small stones or arrows to place within the armaments. “And see if anything needs to be repaired.” He couldn’t fathom all of them doing well after being submerged in the weather’s fringes, but perhaps they would luck out. “Shoot them towards there,” pointing to the wide open terrain, and not towards anyone else.
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The weapons have been unearthed and the wall is very clean! Test a weapon of choice (trebuchet, ballista) and see if it can work well or may need to be repaired. No post order!
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
