[Training] when they grew their fangs

Deimos

before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were

Watching again as the water went willingly into frozen shards, Deimos nodded, content with the exercise. Should the Flood feel need to repeat and practice it in his own time and leisure, he’d be able to recall the motions and maneuvers necessary. “Good.” Drawing his own incantations away from the dummy entirely, he opted to show another, sometimes necessary, arrangement.

“You can use the ice as a shield too.” Whipping his own contorted elements again, the water extended rapidly, stretching outwards, until he solidified the veneer into a thirty foot expansion; not unlike times in the Fangs, when they’d had to evade a dragon and grab dragons’ forms. He figured Sunjata could use the boiling water to his own orchestrations as well – the Warden wouldn’t be able hurling it at an enemy.

this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls