[SE] once more into the breach

DEIMOS

The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates

He nodded at the other notions presented, directing his attention initially to Ronin’s additions first. “Halo is still working on ours – though when we are done the healing springs will rid anyone of the infection.” He’d already heard of Everest, but he wasn’t certain how many others roamed. Thereafter, they might be able to see – depending on other ideas already floating around their heads. Though he had to smile in Remi’s direction; at least that was a consideration.

Sah’s suggestion had his brows furrowing for an instant. The inclusion of the flowers had always been for sicknesses; first the blight, and then the second interval. “I have not heard of any,” he echoed, but arched his brow at the Wild Thunder, curious at the answer as well.

Then there were following matters. “How many others do we want to inform?” Trusted friends, families, and allies? Notice board constituents? Presently, this was a small group of Caido already – though an active and persistent one. Deimos had always been very guarded about what he shared with others; notably due to war frames and calculated edges. Perhaps by the time it spread the Family would know as well, and from there, they couldn’t be certain if the Starfall proportions would have a way to defend even further.

The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead