DEIMOS
Even amidst yawns, stupor, or the habitual zest of morning larks, the group was efficient. Cautious and careful, they took to the eaves with sure-footed certainty, and it was satisfying to see that not a single worker slipped, fell, or had a difficult time along the ramparts. The familiarity of Halo’s ice and snow gave them all the nerve and heedfulness they required.With armaments procured and laden down upon the ground, their return to the terrain ensured a more thorough investigation. They’d find stuck portions, broken hangings, dials and levers no longer capable of being used. Stifling a sigh, for he knew it was coming, the Sword shook his head and shrugged. “We need someone to dispose of these,” and since they were wooden, a nearby fire was certainly an option. “I can create some, while another puts them on the wall.” An individual who wouldn’t mind either going up and down the ladder constantly, or taking armaments from those capable of passing them upwards.
From there, permitting Noah and Alys to pick and choose their favored option, Deimoss’ hands began to glow, recreating the weaponry they were bound to lose.
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The weapons have been taken down. While Deimos makes new ones, we need one person to dispose of the old, and another to place the new! No post order!
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
