we'll just have to wave and sea

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us While, in truth, the ningos had done nothing wrong at the moment, any opportunity to rid themselves of the irritating pests had become something of a sport for most Halovians. That they were far more useful dead than alive was another fixing point, so as soon as Sunjata said the word, Deimos was already beginning a steady decline, wings mustered to catch at the wind as he dove. Belial rounded on a few immediately, fangs clutching at one bird’s plumage as it squawked and spun midair. The peryton played more of a ruthless, catlike game, batting at it, toying with it, while the Sword swerved, waiting for the birds to notice another descending upon them before reaching outward with his talons, plucking one entirely in his grasp. Two, dumber than a fencepost, reeled over to see the dragon nearby, stupefied and ridiculous, charging headlong for the much larger creature. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left