DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
The soldiers seemed to be settling nearby, back to their movements and motions rather than his juvenile provocations, and he’d grant them a light lull while he concentrated on actual work. More ice dissipated under his ministrations, and then a sweeping maneuver of his shovel took care of the rest, or when he felt inclined, lifted it via Air for a more amusing effect.
As far her following question, his brow arched, and a long breath filtered through. The man had a list within multiple offices, polished with ideas. “Depends on what we want to do. We have some options. Right now, we are upgrading the rainbow gate.” But thereafter left them with machinations and decisions to be had. “Other lands have safeguarded against the void, while we provided the healing springs.” If they were so inclined, they might have to go after the former (or it’d just be too late). “We could improve the stronghold, increase luck, activate traps…,” he permitted a slight smile towards his fellow warrior, waiting for her reaction. All of them were valid in his mind.
As far her following question, his brow arched, and a long breath filtered through. The man had a list within multiple offices, polished with ideas. “Depends on what we want to do. We have some options. Right now, we are upgrading the rainbow gate.” But thereafter left them with machinations and decisions to be had. “Other lands have safeguarded against the void, while we provided the healing springs.” If they were so inclined, they might have to go after the former (
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
