broad edged and sharp

Liam

I've seen faces I may never see again
I've been places I never could have dreamt

Once more, Liam nodded, agreeing to the plan and following along after Deimos. The two men picked their way through the black sand, using the boulders and ice dotting the landscape for cover, until they reached an outcropping atop a knoll. Liam peered over the top, making note of the same things as Deimos: the proximity of the ursur, the things he could use for cover, and so on. When he ducked back behind the rock, he gave a silent command to his companions, who slunk into the shadow of the boulder and settled there. Prim pouted, but there was nothing for it; Liam would not budge on his insistence that they stay out of harm's way.

The ursur roared again. Liam ignored the way it rattled his bones, focusing instead on nocking an arrow to his bowstring, breathing deeply to settle any nerves that might affect his aim. This wouldn't be his first time going into battle, though, and he knew that once the fight started, adrenaline would be an ally he could count on to sharpen his mind, though he'd have to be careful not to be overconfident. When he was ready, he nodded to Deimos; at the other man's signal, he stepped around the edge of the outcropping (just barely, enough to aim) and loosed a shot for the ursur's shoulder.

I've touched hands with those who've touched me
Seen the marks, the skeleton keys