Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
A careful, persistent, and scrutinizing gaze contorted within mischief and watched as more were volleyed in their direction. Rather than permit either Evie or himself to be hit by any pending nuances, he snickered at Soleil’s attempts and raised an icy shield. Within a moment the Accepted’s snowball had hit squarely with an audible splat before sliding down the ramparts without much dignity. Lowering the shield so the Wardens would have further opportunity for antics, Deimos rolled several others within their vicinity, keeping them stocked and efficient. Erebos cooed and the Sword shook his head, joining in the deeper peals of laughter as he took two of the created, but gentle, weaponry, and launched them in towards Sah and Soleil.
And perhaps it'd all be enough, for now, to churn and remember the antics after everything else pummeled throughout the season.
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