and the only solution was to stand and fight
More indeed; an echo of smaller forms still storming through the midst and mist of the Hollowed Forest, scraping against silver trunks and granting barbaric bellows from the tidings of frenzied, violent anger. The aggression wasn’t a surprise, and he had to take his gaze off the other to focus on the incoming barrage. Some of his fellow citizens chased after several, but one barreled towards him, clearly unbothered by the amount of damage instilled within.
Unleashing another flowing form of Air, the deer bristled, screamed in its rage, but fell too, close to his feet. Rolling his eyes at the animal, he shifted back from its infested portions, and Zuriel skittered away in disgust. Only then could he see the stranger flailing about, staining the snow in red, scraping by the skin of her teeth or sheer fortune.
The response made him laugh – though it was a wild thing, not his usually tightly controlled demeanor. The hunting whistles and shouts were fading for those of fire and flame, trackers further ahead using their torches to lay waste to the fallen bodies – no point in harvesting the infested flesh. “You are surviving,” he shrugged. “That is impression enough.” He knew quite a few who would’ve fled – but also not accompanied any of them in the first place. She could work on her knife skills, but then again, so could many. “Deimos.”
Pausing to unleash his own flames upon the closest void beast to him, he lifted his head, listening for eager hoofbeats or Belial’s impending warnings, but nothing came. “What made you follow us out here?”
Unleashing another flowing form of Air, the deer bristled, screamed in its rage, but fell too, close to his feet. Rolling his eyes at the animal, he shifted back from its infested portions, and Zuriel skittered away in disgust. Only then could he see the stranger flailing about, staining the snow in red, scraping by the skin of her teeth or sheer fortune.
The response made him laugh – though it was a wild thing, not his usually tightly controlled demeanor. The hunting whistles and shouts were fading for those of fire and flame, trackers further ahead using their torches to lay waste to the fallen bodies – no point in harvesting the infested flesh. “You are surviving,” he shrugged. “That is impression enough.” He knew quite a few who would’ve fled – but also not accompanied any of them in the first place. She could work on her knife skills, but then again, so could many. “Deimos.”
Pausing to unleash his own flames upon the closest void beast to him, he lifted his head, listening for eager hoofbeats or Belial’s impending warnings, but nothing came. “What made you follow us out here?”
DEIMOS
