and the only solution was to stand and fight
Ronin was far more polite than the Sword was; with the White Knight yielding himself into the springs as well. Deimos remained on the banks, contorting and controlling the water around the pair; ensuring the waves were a minor faction, surrounding the Flood, intending inevitably in the cure. Tempting as it was to have the sanctity utterly consume the man, he didn’t, remaining impassive and nonchalant in mind and soul.
His own inquiries would’ve matched Remi’s – wanting to know if there had been some part to play, if there’d been a point in infecting Sunjata. Information? No guard for his region? Perhaps an interrogation would be in order, when everything was said and done.
All the while, he concentrated on the ring currently on one of his fingers, borrowed from Zavien, waiting to feel the pulse of warmth fade away.
His own inquiries would’ve matched Remi’s – wanting to know if there had been some part to play, if there’d been a point in infecting Sunjata. Information? No guard for his region? Perhaps an interrogation would be in order, when everything was said and done.
All the while, he concentrated on the ring currently on one of his fingers, borrowed from Zavien, waiting to feel the pulse of warmth fade away.
DEIMOS
