Damien
The squealing hit first, a rising saw-blade sound grinding out of the sealed stone. Then the scratching, the gnawing, the gnash of teeth against walls that weren’t going to give. Damien’s grip tightened on the axe haft, shoulders squared.
When they came, they came all at once—one massive brute, a smaller shadow riding its heels, and a scatter of vermin that darted like thrown knives. They didn’t even pause to lunge at him or Theea. They streamed past, straight for Thorn and Deimos.
“Not a chance,” Damien growled.
He lunged forward, cutting across the nave in a wide stride, injury no longer slowing him down. Axe rose, weight solid in both hands, and he swung hard at the medium-sized ROU, angling to bury the blade in its flank before it could reach his friend. The force of the strike carried his whole frame, turning his body into a wall between the beast and the men behind him.
The crack of Deimos’ ice barrier went up, glittering sharp in his periphery, but Damien didn’t spare it more than a glance. His focus was on the brute in front of him, the smell of its damp hide, the heat of its squeal.
Damien charges forward to intercept and attack the Perfectly Adequate ROU with his battle axe, aiming to draw its attention away from Thorn and Deimos.
When they came, they came all at once—one massive brute, a smaller shadow riding its heels, and a scatter of vermin that darted like thrown knives. They didn’t even pause to lunge at him or Theea. They streamed past, straight for Thorn and Deimos.
“Not a chance,” Damien growled.
He lunged forward, cutting across the nave in a wide stride, injury no longer slowing him down. Axe rose, weight solid in both hands, and he swung hard at the medium-sized ROU, angling to bury the blade in its flank before it could reach his friend. The force of the strike carried his whole frame, turning his body into a wall between the beast and the men behind him.
The crack of Deimos’ ice barrier went up, glittering sharp in his periphery, but Damien didn’t spare it more than a glance. His focus was on the brute in front of him, the smell of its damp hide, the heat of its squeal.
Damien charges forward to intercept and attack the Perfectly Adequate ROU with his battle axe, aiming to draw its attention away from Thorn and Deimos.
i speak for the trees
and they hate you bro
and they hate you bro
