Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
He heard Damien’s protest but didn’t particularly care – snickering from behind the fort, ducking down to prepare for another siege. When no one seemed to be lobbing anything toward him, he took his time to ensure his makeshift battle grounds were ready for any fervent fray, guarded astutely and carefully, bringing up more walls and towers, strengthening the threshold with hardened snow and ice pinnacles. If he were to be really meticulous, he might have even prepared a thin shield, but figured he’d have time later.Thereafter, he snagged at more snow, piling and melding it together with ease, into a much larger component than he’d previously contorted. Peeking out over his ramparts, he watched as
