DEIMOS
He could hear the complaint, but as he was currently flying, there was no means to shrug. Instead, he gave a cool comment in regards, eagle eyes dashing back and forth over plumes of heat and thermals. Could be worse – like the desert. Of which he often avoided, and even more so lately, with the infected portions once lingering there.Striving and hovering over one area, he moved swiftly to the next, content with at least unfurling his wings and liberating with some amount of freedom – not the way he might’ve dashed across the tundra munitions amidst Halo, but still, an opportunity nonetheless.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
