DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Deimos’ concern over Iskra’s current status was briefly nullified as he saw the shield melted from the Abandoned’s prior attack – eyes narrowing in irritation before nodding his assent at Jack’s suggestion. The altering came quickly and efficiently; one moment ice performed as a guard for them, and the next, dissipated and gone, replaced with Mastered Earth configurations – rocks, dirt, soil, terrain lined up before the hunters.
On an additional notion, he pummeled at the fifth griffin, no longer impaled but weakened just the same, with large rocks, flinging them directly at the ghostly form. It screeched for a final time, to inevitably lay upon the ground, before dissipating entirely.
Jack ’s lightning conjured and flowed, flickering into mighty bridges of power and might – sizzling, simmering, and rectifying any anger he might’ve held for not desecrating it earlier. He’d have one moment to see it enlightened in a glorious, seizing triumph, before it too disappeared into ether – laid to rest…sort of.
While Zuriel tended to Iskra ’s wounds with the glow of her horn lowered towards his arm (and a glare segmented at him for his stupidity), he’d find his efforts were a little more forgiving on this round of melee and magic. The lightning snagged from Jack’s invocations did the trick – zapping at the first griffin as it spun and hissed, but still, not enough to maul it into Mort’s Realm.
On a wiser note, for the daemon anyway, it started to back away - not intent on being decimated like its kin.
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Griffin Four and Griffin Five are down, Iskra has been healed, and only Griffin One remains.
Griffin One: 5/50
Griffin Two: 0/75 – dead
Griffin Three: 0/100 – dead
Griffin Four: 0/150 - dead
Griffin Five: 0/200 - dead
Deimos: 1320/1320
Jack: 150/150
Iskra: 30/30
On an additional notion, he pummeled at the fifth griffin, no longer impaled but weakened just the same, with large rocks, flinging them directly at the ghostly form. It screeched for a final time, to inevitably lay upon the ground, before dissipating entirely.
Jack ’s lightning conjured and flowed, flickering into mighty bridges of power and might – sizzling, simmering, and rectifying any anger he might’ve held for not desecrating it earlier. He’d have one moment to see it enlightened in a glorious, seizing triumph, before it too disappeared into ether – laid to rest…sort of.
While Zuriel tended to Iskra ’s wounds with the glow of her horn lowered towards his arm (and a glare segmented at him for his stupidity), he’d find his efforts were a little more forgiving on this round of melee and magic. The lightning snagged from Jack’s invocations did the trick – zapping at the first griffin as it spun and hissed, but still, not enough to maul it into Mort’s Realm.
On a wiser note, for the daemon anyway, it started to back away - not intent on being decimated like its kin.
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Griffin Four and Griffin Five are down, Iskra has been healed, and only Griffin One remains.
Griffin One: 5/50
Griffin Two: 0/75 – dead
Griffin Three: 0/100 – dead
Griffin Four: 0/150 - dead
Griffin Five: 0/200 - dead
Deimos: 1320/1320
Jack: 150/150
Iskra: 30/30
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
