DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Deimos rolled his eyes as the dolphins alternated their mischievous assault. He probably should’ve seen it coming, but he’d been occupied on multiple fronts, and wasn’t the least bit surprised when their launch was successful. Droplets of water rained down upon their makeshift group, and snorting, he flicked some of it out of his face. “You all right?” He glanced back at Alys, hopeful that the armor had done its job.
But thereafter, he was quite done with the encantandos and their inability to do much else but bother. “Enough of this then,” he murmured, narrowing his gaze and placing his focus upon the water instead. Indulgent in his incantations, he unfurled his Mastered Water and Air simultaneously, forcing a massive wave in a combination of effects, and casting the dolphins elsewhere as they maneuvered with the water. Then, to cease and desist the whole matter, he kept the tide and current rolling, while constructing a miniature fortress of Earth, as it shuddered and bound and wound its way in front of them as a barrier.
But thereafter, he was quite done with the encantandos and their inability to do much else but bother. “Enough of this then,” he murmured, narrowing his gaze and placing his focus upon the water instead. Indulgent in his incantations, he unfurled his Mastered Water and Air simultaneously, forcing a massive wave in a combination of effects, and casting the dolphins elsewhere as they maneuvered with the water. Then, to cease and desist the whole matter, he kept the tide and current rolling, while constructing a miniature fortress of Earth, as it shuddered and bound and wound its way in front of them as a barrier.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
