[PQ] blood on your knuckles

Deimos

Between cleaning up the area, managing a burst of his magic to ensure the ROU Damien was fighting off was certainly dead, they could work in the midst of silence. Amidst the whole lot of them, they ensured portions and areas were cut off, effectively ending any future pursuits of the rodents, snagging at the corpses so they could be easily disposed of, and the Sword worked on returning the stone back to what it’d been prior. It took a bit more effort and concentration than it had to obliterate the pieces, but in the end, perhaps frequent Temple visitors wouldn’t notice the difference. They’d likely be content in not having the creatures ambling around their threshold and place of worship anyway. Small sacrifices to pay.

Heaving a sigh, he looked around, acknowledging and thanking his constituents. “Good work today. We can head out. I can treat you all to dinner,” and ensure everyone else was healed up.

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Thanks for the help!

[FIN]

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