Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Finishing off the last part of the wall, he wasn’t surprised to find Not one to be left behind when there was mayhem to stir, the Sword stepped over the wall, then made for a fort he’d already partially constructed. Crouching down so no one would aim for him from the front, presently at least, he began utilizing the earth and water components in his magic, intending to make the barricades that much larger, greater, and stronger – for he had little intention of being mauled in the upcoming melee.
Then, just to start things, he worked a snowball into his gloved palms, modest, small, hardly threatening, to test some portions – then launched it towards any newcomer nearby.







