[se] knee deep in forest rivers

Deimos The Sword would’ve been content if that had been enough as well – the Flood slinking away, and Deimos continued to be left to his own devices, not a word exchanged between the two of them. Instead, they seemed to be a sudden armament, given the quick arrangements and swift assaults, and he didn’t want to think or dwell upon that matter. Action first – direct sieges and cantankerous plunges, permitting all the hostility for the other individual flicker through his incantations. The shards were an unrelenting blow after blow, and he could hear the river star howling, roaring, defiantly tugging on the strands of watery rope, intending to twist and turn and flee or rampage with little to no avail. The Warden was a persistent and unrelenting blade, utilizing the currents to mire and proceed; altering more into the fierce, keen, and pernicious fragments, and sending them along – Noticing, all the while, that the void beast had given some rational thought, curling over itself and beginning to try and cut through Sunjata’s binding. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime