remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
His brow arched at the laugh drenched in disbelief, allowing another quick quirk of his grin before he was watching the aftermath. Perhaps Iskra had been inspired, and he watched as the elements were snagged and stolen in alteration, twisting and turning the billowing ember-laden fog into one fireball.It was his turn to be amused, nose wrinkling in juvenile formation as the other Abandoned had committed another flaw. Deimos would be able to take this one too; ignited and kindled, incensed and fervent. Maybe they could simply have a game of back and forth, batting and volleying until someone was either scorched or tired of the antics. As the flames beckoned closer, the Sword took the elements back into his possession. Instead of diminishing it though, he gave it more, feeding the flames until it was another incendiary projectile; though far larger, before sending it Iskra’s way on a swift gust of Air – waiting to see how he’d respond.
3/4 Deimos takes the fireball, makes it bigger, and sends it quickly back towards Iskra.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
