DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
A long sigh filtered through the Sword. He’d seen and participated in multitudes of battles, but dragons had never been his favorite fights. Too many gone from the power of their assaults and sieges, and while this one was nowhere near the prowess, size, and impact of those within Halo’s reaches, the Climb, or the Draig, he wasn’t about to take it lightly.
His jaw clenched, eyes flickering upwards, watching from the edges of the barrier as everyone else – opting to adjust his fixtures. “I will be glad to hit it anywhere, truthfully,” he mentioned to Iskra, partially because at some point it would scarcely matter. If they didn’t get rid of it, they’d be here for quite some time.
Deimos waited until Jack unleashed his lightning before doing anything further. When the dragon dipped, needing to get into range itself to fire anything off at them, the lightning loosened its barrage, zapping, sparking, and searing across the daemon’s makeshift scales. The beast roared, still defiant, but certainly depleted from the assault.
Regardless, it began to take aim and fire – icy shards raining down once more. But this time, the Warden seized the opportunity, snagging at his Air and flickering the siege right back at the manifestation. More than a little shocked to see its own assault flying back at it, the beast’s eyes widened, but it took the full brunt of the exchange.
One of its wings became damaged, and much like Iskra had hoped for, it flickered downwards on a hazardous spiral, not quite crashing into the ground nearby, but certainly lacking the grace from before.
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Jack and Deimos hit the daemon and it has been grounded for now.
Dragon Daemon: 165/500
Deimos: 1320/1320
Jack: 150/150
Iskra: 30/30
His jaw clenched, eyes flickering upwards, watching from the edges of the barrier as everyone else – opting to adjust his fixtures. “I will be glad to hit it anywhere, truthfully,” he mentioned to Iskra, partially because at some point it would scarcely matter. If they didn’t get rid of it, they’d be here for quite some time.
Deimos waited until Jack unleashed his lightning before doing anything further. When the dragon dipped, needing to get into range itself to fire anything off at them, the lightning loosened its barrage, zapping, sparking, and searing across the daemon’s makeshift scales. The beast roared, still defiant, but certainly depleted from the assault.
Regardless, it began to take aim and fire – icy shards raining down once more. But this time, the Warden seized the opportunity, snagging at his Air and flickering the siege right back at the manifestation. More than a little shocked to see its own assault flying back at it, the beast’s eyes widened, but it took the full brunt of the exchange.
One of its wings became damaged, and much like Iskra had hoped for, it flickered downwards on a hazardous spiral, not quite crashing into the ground nearby, but certainly lacking the grace from before.
--
Jack and Deimos hit the daemon and it has been grounded for now.
Dragon Daemon: 165/500
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
