Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Deimos might beg to differ on Iskra’s muttering, but given that he couldn’t quite catch the words and was currently emitting deep, rumbling laughter, perhaps it was best to let it slide. Equally unaware of the other man’s ghostly pursuit, he remained watching, waiting, peering from his steepled snow fort, before opting for another angle of amusement.For, they could duck all the way wanted, but it might not save them from the impending onslaught.
Listening as Damien’s snowballs landed directly into his fort, he shrugged his shoulders, snagging at the tethers of magic immediately at his beck and call. Snagging at portions of snow with his Air, Earth, and Water formations, he concocted a thick sheet of snow, and rolled it overhead, much like a large, threatening cloud, before striving to dump it over the heads of
