and the only solution was to stand and fight
A multitude of reasonings reeled through the Sword’s mind – machination over machination conjured on a litany of threads. He knew better than to ask if the Ancient had been to Halo, or live within, anytime recently; he wouldn’t have been able to survive. The inquiry was over the past, he presumed, as some had come from hundreds of years before…but knowing and asking and yielding the inquiry felt too much like poignant prodding, and Deimos wasn’t known to be a prying, intrusive individual, unless it was something truly significant and alarming. So he persisted in the curiosity, but maintained a blank slate over his features.
As for the crow – he could at least deal with that.
With Zuriel indifferent and not necessary, Belial drifted by immediately after, scrambling towards the crow on a ridiculous screech. The corvid maneuvered upward, dragging the pumpkin piece with it, and for a few moments one could watch a very foolish display of predacious deer and crow trying to outwit one another. “Does this happen often?”
Sighing, as if this all very normal happenstance (with the peryton anyway), he directed his attention back to passing information. “No – very minor. Can throw its voice, eerie faces, shadow hands.” Nothing that had bothered his hunting crew, at least.
As for the crow – he could at least deal with that.
With Zuriel indifferent and not necessary, Belial drifted by immediately after, scrambling towards the crow on a ridiculous screech. The corvid maneuvered upward, dragging the pumpkin piece with it, and for a few moments one could watch a very foolish display of predacious deer and crow trying to outwit one another. “Does this happen often?”
Sighing, as if this all very normal happenstance (with the peryton anyway), he directed his attention back to passing information. “No – very minor. Can throw its voice, eerie faces, shadow hands.” Nothing that had bothered his hunting crew, at least.
DEIMOS
