we'll just have to wave and sea

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Sunjata’s snacks were claimed easily – the mindless droves became no more than that within an instant. Only one managed to evade and escape, and perhaps survival of the fittest would be its claim to fame, because none of its other constituents made it past breakers and waves – tiny wings flapping, unless the dragon opted to cull the lingering vestiges there too. Deimos hunted and stalked the other portions broken off from their main flock – the first walloped by one of his wings as he dove (spiraling downward, towards the waiting peryton below), and then the rest immediately rendered to cinders and sparks as lightning ripped through – decimating, demolishing, disastrous edges for the birds. When there was only a singular portion left for his segment of the pests, he persisted, intending eradicate the congregation entirely. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left