and the only solution was to stand and fight
Zuriel was content in accepting compliments, her piercing eyes softening minutely as Theea extended accolades. Her horn pulsed, but she was gentle in her ministrations – having committed to the same mending acts over and over again for the Sword, and multitudes of others in their travels.
When it was done, she sniffed the air with a massive snort, then meandered lightly back over to Deimos, and they were both astute in hearing the incoming of more. He’d like to think there’d be some ending to the debacle instead of the constant surplus, because where would they all be constantly coming from…
Unbeknownst to him, and likely to his benefit, he didn’t see the calculations conspiring through the newly-fledged hunter’s head. Never enjoying being perceived in the first place, Deimos was eternally content to keep to himself and his tight circle of family and friends, without the bits of reverence or fame sent his way. His preference was remaining out of the limelight entirely, but in his line of work, that had never gone quite to plan. So when she started, his brow arched again, features glancing back over to her. “Yes…?” waiting for something else to follow. Maybe something incredulous. Where he’d erred along the wayward way of Caido.
Which was, inevitably, a rush of void luxere.
Pitching another flurry of air enchantments, and watching as Zuriel kicked out at one that went entirely too close, he heard one more fall into the snow, then watched as huffs of breath curled from behind a cluster of trees.
When it was done, she sniffed the air with a massive snort, then meandered lightly back over to Deimos, and they were both astute in hearing the incoming of more. He’d like to think there’d be some ending to the debacle instead of the constant surplus, because where would they all be constantly coming from…
Unbeknownst to him, and likely to his benefit, he didn’t see the calculations conspiring through the newly-fledged hunter’s head. Never enjoying being perceived in the first place, Deimos was eternally content to keep to himself and his tight circle of family and friends, without the bits of reverence or fame sent his way. His preference was remaining out of the limelight entirely, but in his line of work, that had never gone quite to plan. So when she started, his brow arched again, features glancing back over to her. “Yes…?” waiting for something else to follow. Maybe something incredulous. Where he’d erred along the wayward way of Caido.
Which was, inevitably, a rush of void luxere.
Pitching another flurry of air enchantments, and watching as Zuriel kicked out at one that went entirely too close, he heard one more fall into the snow, then watched as huffs of breath curled from behind a cluster of trees.
DEIMOS
