we'll just have to wave and sea

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Belial screeched, content and ebullient with the fixtures below. As the birds kept dropping, he snagged, either pulling them along the neck or the wing, hardly careful in his sieges. It didn’t much matter, one would suppose – unless they were wanting to utilize the flying heathens for future pillows. Deimos chased and mauled, pleased, satisfied, when the marked beasts were wholly annihilated at his insistence. Sparking in place, they went still immediately, falling below, leaving the peryton to dive bomb them as he wished. Thereafter, the thunderbird twisted and turned towards the remaining portions, watching as they flew faster and faster, representing it as a challenge as his larger form began to stalk and loom. Sunjata’s victims became exactly that; blasted and fallen, caught outright in his jaws, an impending snack if need be. Only several more of its brethren seemed intent on doing the exact same thing, banking upwards, as if they might be keen and swift enough to simply glide by the dragon. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left