[PQ+] keep you grounded

and the only solution was to stand and fight

Between the hybrid pair, the work was easygoing; in fact, might’ve even been amusing, had it not been their own wall smashed and torn apart. Sah ‘s telekinesis easily maneuvered portions and pieces away, until his section looked peeled and ready – if not a bit empty and forlorn. All would come in due time.

Deimos, on the other hand, had been chucking the pieces, and perhaps either underestimating his own strength or not paying attention, had securely landed the rubble well beyond their landing point. He glanced sheepishly down below, making a slight grimace to the soldier he made eye contact with down by the pyre, and continued to work resolutely this time.

Perhaps Elizabeth shouldn’t have brought back the recollection of Amhran, stuck within the mortar, as it may have distracted her from her work. She’d find herself tripping on something and nearly submerged in the mortar, had it not been for another one of the workers pulling her back by the jacket.

Rhiannon, however, seemed to have a knack for the mixture, and before long, all of the capabilities emerged into the foundational necessities.

Coming down from the walls, the Sword inspected, nodding at the next round of directions. “Good. We can start forming the pieces.” One of the workers began to demonstrate, using the concrete mixture, plywood, and lumber, and from there, they could start building the wall back up, bit by bit.

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Start helping form the concrete bricks!

DEIMOS