remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Deimos’ magic had been a part of him over multiple lives; so familiar, so controlled, so contorted and coiled, that the thought of a ravenous hunger only leapt upon him in those moments of cold, stark rage. It wasn’t an emotion he’d felt for many months now, naught more than blips of irritation every now and again, so when the elements flared into his distinction, they were the same tried and true bits of power and prestige, with a promise of more hovering on the horizon. To protect. To defend. To shape. To mold and carve and scrape against any of those who’d dare bring harm to the ones he’d sworn to guard. But in these little practicing moments, he indulged a little; an amused smile glinting in the corner of his mouth as Iskra’s axe flared and blocked the renegade portions of flame. Equally unbothered as the newfound arrows came reeling towards him, he took half a moment of study, before snagging at them, feeling the command drift back into his sanction.
From there, he shifted the arrows into another mass of conflagration, but this time, aimed it as if it appeared like a rolling, infernal fog, sending it rushing towards the other Abandoned on new venues of speed.
2/4 Snags at Iskra’s arrows and turns them into a fire fog aimed at Iskra’s feet
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
