Deimos side-eyed the birds; knowing their capacity for feats of stupidity. Their curiosity would’ve been all the more exploited in dim drumbeats; it seemed the others agreed and concurred. As he unleashed a torrent of air magic at the flock, rocks and snowballs flew as well – knocking some clear off the Citadel walls. Snorting, he laughed, probably the first time he’d been able to do so in weeks. “Five points to the next one who can hit them dead on,” as he demonstrated more hilarity by making another go into a sudden tornado of air, then be whisked away in a confusing circle as it hastened off.
Then he started placing the rocks, taking a long breath, and opting for more details of the latest issues amidst Halo, in more hushed tones and endeavors. “I did want to warn both of you that the Head of the Family came to speak to me.”
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Round 4!
Place your stones, aim at a ningo, and listen to some plot. No post order.
Then he started placing the rocks, taking a long breath, and opting for more details of the latest issues amidst Halo, in more hushed tones and endeavors. “I did want to warn both of you that the Head of the Family came to speak to me.”
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Round 4!
Place your stones, aim at a ningo, and listen to some plot. No post order.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
