DEIMOS
“That is the point,” he assured from behind the whirlwind and tornado of elements, granting a juvenile grin and the wry wrinkle to his nose. Watching to see how Iskra intended to orchestrate the next maneuver, he kept the incantations twisting, collapsing, revolving, an unpredictable bedlam of force, trial, and error. His brow arched as the Abandoned rushed forward, angling his shield towards the alternating, tangible fortress. Deimos was half-tempted to snag back at Iskra’s fire just to be obnoxious, but permitted the access if it was helping to stoke and finesse the other man’s attempts. And while he’d carefully targeted a stone, the rock ricocheted and rallied directly back at him in the funnel of air. Perhaps that was why the shield was a necessity after all; the plink against the bone was audible. Thereafter, it rejoined its brethren, consumed by the winds again. “Better.” He announced, before amplifying it once more.
Deimos shifted the elements once more – amplifying the rocks and stones into wider targets, but heavier too, much more difficult to be moved by fortune and precision alone. He opted to embed some with embers, hot and incendiary to the touch too; for fun.
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4/4 Deimos keeps using the combined elements but makes the rocks bigger/heavier, and now some come with fire on the inside/outside.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
