DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Deimos wished he had a more straightforward answer for Sah when the inquiry was delivered – brows furrowing in concentration, semantics, and above all, speculation in the midst of multiple possibilities. He didn't have any other information to share on the notions - save for what was in front of them, and experiences in the brink. That depends on what you would have to face, and how. Would they need to be underwater? Would the element itself be dangerous and volatile, void-touched and extreme? Manta crystals would be a good thing to have on hand, just in case. And your control over lightning and water. He could surmise any cretin within the portions would be susceptible to a battering condition of tempestuous, stormy afflictions; but they’d have to be careful that his allies weren’t in range either. As well as any air or gravity, given what they knew about weaknesses of their enemies.
Then of course, he glanced back at Sah. Do you? Thinking out loud, jotting things down, and running through potential calculations and machinations always benefitted him; he wasn’t certain how the Wild Thunder thought about such things.
Then of course, he glanced back at Sah. Do you? Thinking out loud, jotting things down, and running through potential calculations and machinations always benefitted him; he wasn’t certain how the Wild Thunder thought about such things.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
