DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
The crackle and echo of Jack ’s lightning sharpened and harpooned through the sky; meshing neatly and nicely into a crackling, popping accord, directly into Griffin Two. All of its curious, keen aspects seemed null in void now, it only had half a moment to look appalled at the outcome, before diminishing and fading into nothing more than intangible air.
But then the swarm was indeed drawn into the onslaught – screeches and bellows orchestrated after their lost brethren. Griffin One seemed to be the dumbest of the remaining gang, immediately flying headlong into Deimos’s shield. The ice held sturdy and certain, and the ghost began to fall down it in comical style; easy pickings for Iskra. The burns wouldn’t be enough to kill the beast, but certainly kept it grounded for the moment.
Not to be outdone, the Sword altered portions of his shield to stab and lacerate, so as Griffin Three came into the picture, it soon found itself impaled – done in as well.
The remaining two, untouched for now, strived to get around the guard; either flinging their weight into the shield itself, or clawing at the icy barbs – but it held for now.
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Two down, three to go!
Griffin One: 22/50
Griffin Two: 0/75 - dead
Griffin Three: 0/100 - dead
Griffin Four: 150/150
Griffin Five: 200/200
But then the swarm was indeed drawn into the onslaught – screeches and bellows orchestrated after their lost brethren. Griffin One seemed to be the dumbest of the remaining gang, immediately flying headlong into Deimos’s shield. The ice held sturdy and certain, and the ghost began to fall down it in comical style; easy pickings for Iskra. The burns wouldn’t be enough to kill the beast, but certainly kept it grounded for the moment.
Not to be outdone, the Sword altered portions of his shield to stab and lacerate, so as Griffin Three came into the picture, it soon found itself impaled – done in as well.
The remaining two, untouched for now, strived to get around the guard; either flinging their weight into the shield itself, or clawing at the icy barbs – but it held for now.
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Two down, three to go!
Griffin One: 22/50
Griffin Two: 0/75 - dead
Griffin Three: 0/100 - dead
Griffin Four: 150/150
Griffin Five: 200/200
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
