[ME] icy what you did there

Deimos

Dare we know the halo's hanging low

Deimos rolled his eyes at the comments. Simply because they chose to combat and challenge him, and didn’t have the prowess to back up said actions, didn’t mean he was cheating nor committing war crimes (and he'd certainly know about the latter). Instead of giving any other bolster to their irritation and ire though, he waited, knowing they’d have come counterstrike impulsively coordinated.

Theea and Damien ‘s methods were intriguing – he’d give them that – considering he’d spent multiple rounds shoring up the strength of his fortress. They’d find themselves hitting a steadfast, sturdy bulwark of snow and ice, and might even smart against their sides or shoulders.

Ducking from Theea’s propelled snowball, he snorted, feeling Damien’s flutter on impact nearby, just along his hip. Unbothered, and amused that they’d opted to get far closer access to his impending forces, he launched his next assault from behind them – snagging at a layer of snow with his magic, Air and Water and Earth combined, before maneuvering it above them. They’d likely have just enough time to escape and evade if they deigned, or become submerged in a light layer of fluff.