DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Plunges of magic swarmed over the barrows; striking against trapped or marred, mired griffins. Deimos narrowed his eyes and watched the frenetic movements of the fifth and largest, especially as it continued to barrage and hurl itself into the shield; snorting, he used the opportunity to once again impale with extreme, icy prejudice, watching as the creature was skewered and tricked on its latest lunge – screeching for its brethren to assist.
Except help wouldn’t be coming its way - Jack had also begun to utilize the abilities of a griffin kebab. In a macabre display, something perhaps shrikes would enjoy, the lance pierced the daemon. As it shrieked and hissed, it still rang its claws down the length of the guard, as if to still bombard, strive, and try.
Iskra ‘s victim and target should’ve been easy. Already weakened, it would’ve been an easy kill. But fate had other plans. Along the edges of the shield, Iskra’s fire must’ve emblazoned some semblance of weakness, melting the ice near the fringes – and the weakened beast saw its opportunity. While the Abandoned missed, it lunged, a scratch coming across the mage’s forearm; a deadly sentiment if he didn’t get it healed soon.
At which Zuriel snorted and rolled her eyes, but still encouraging him to come near so she could do exactly that.
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Deimos and Jack have orchestrated significant damage on Griffin Four and Five, but Iskra has been scratched by Griffin One and his fire has weakened the bottom of the shield.
Griffin One: 22/50
Griffin Two: 0/75 – dead
Griffin Three: 0/100 – dead
Griffin Four: 44/150
Griffin Five: 95/200
Deimos: 1320/1320
Jack: 150/150
Iskra: 20/30 (will feel sluggish)
Except help wouldn’t be coming its way - Jack had also begun to utilize the abilities of a griffin kebab. In a macabre display, something perhaps shrikes would enjoy, the lance pierced the daemon. As it shrieked and hissed, it still rang its claws down the length of the guard, as if to still bombard, strive, and try.
Iskra ‘s victim and target should’ve been easy. Already weakened, it would’ve been an easy kill. But fate had other plans. Along the edges of the shield, Iskra’s fire must’ve emblazoned some semblance of weakness, melting the ice near the fringes – and the weakened beast saw its opportunity. While the Abandoned missed, it lunged, a scratch coming across the mage’s forearm; a deadly sentiment if he didn’t get it healed soon.
At which Zuriel snorted and rolled her eyes, but still encouraging him to come near so she could do exactly that.
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Deimos and Jack have orchestrated significant damage on Griffin Four and Five, but Iskra has been scratched by Griffin One and his fire has weakened the bottom of the shield.
Griffin One: 22/50
Griffin Two: 0/75 – dead
Griffin Three: 0/100 – dead
Griffin Four: 44/150
Griffin Five: 95/200
Deimos: 1320/1320
Jack: 150/150
Iskra: 20/30 (will feel sluggish)
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
