[ME] icy what you did there

Deimos

Dare we know the halo's hanging low

Truth be told, it wasn’t never going to be a fair fight; and it amused Deimos nonetheless. Here was a man who’d gone to war countless times, and going down in a snowball fight wasn’t on his agenda for the day’s amusements and festivities. So while they could boast and plan and conjure all sorts of attempts, his focus would always be to counteract, duel, and win.

Waiting for the reactions, his brow arched, snorting as some whispers and shouts flickered through the horizon. Distraction was all fine and fair, but he had multitudes up his sleeve, and years more of calculations. He could be occupied by far more than one mere snowball – and wheeled Damien ’s subsequent launch immediately back to the forefront of the Accepted’s threshold, intending to send it volleying into a top spire on the mere breath of his Air magic.

Theea ’s movements could be that as well – so he answered in turn, unfurling earthen magic through the frozen loam to echo and widen in a crescendo; undulating beneath anyone nearby, including the fortresses they utilized as shields.