DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Given the current circumstances, any thoughts of hunger would have to wait – put on hold while they dealt with the matter at hand. Deimos sent Belial on watch duty of several aspects, so he could float and hover about window ledges, exits, and entrances on an erratic pattern and keep charge of those locations, while they surveyed the damage and irritating nature of everything else.
His eyes flickered over to the occupants, a deep rumble exuding as he nodded to the citizens, then delivered his notions about next maneuvers – ignoring the man’s outcries, for engaging with it wasn’t going to help anyone presently. “They should be placed somewhere for safety and questioning. I can ward him off until we are ready to take him out.” Out meaning removal from the building, but Deimos also had no problem with annihilating a person like him quickly and efficiently – however, given it wasn’t his region, he would defer to Zavien.
Making due on the words of his predilections, he conjured and formed an icy shield that elongated to nearly a thickened wall, placing it directly in front of the perpetrator and outward – simultaneously protecting anyone nearby from his vehemence and pressing the fiend further into the opposing barrier. He could scream and shout and throw things all he wanted; he wouldn’t be getting very far. Turning back to Zavien, his head tilted. “Do you carry restraints with you?”
His eyes flickered over to the occupants, a deep rumble exuding as he nodded to the citizens, then delivered his notions about next maneuvers – ignoring the man’s outcries, for engaging with it wasn’t going to help anyone presently. “They should be placed somewhere for safety and questioning. I can ward him off until we are ready to take him out.” Out meaning removal from the building, but Deimos also had no problem with annihilating a person like him quickly and efficiently – however, given it wasn’t his region, he would defer to Zavien.
Making due on the words of his predilections, he conjured and formed an icy shield that elongated to nearly a thickened wall, placing it directly in front of the perpetrator and outward – simultaneously protecting anyone nearby from his vehemence and pressing the fiend further into the opposing barrier. He could scream and shout and throw things all he wanted; he wouldn’t be getting very far. Turning back to Zavien, his head tilted. “Do you carry restraints with you?”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
