It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
Deimos might’ve rumbled something in return; but his attention was tied to Liam’s arrow, waiting to see if it would hold merit again. Alas, no sooner had the thought torn through, so did the armament, pinging directly off the beasts’ tusks and landing flatly in the snow. “Most of them are,” he uttered instead thereafter, shaking his head, and mustering onward.
The bear threatened to beat down on the shield, and he could feel the rock and earth ricochet violently through his pulse. Taking another deep breath and steeling, forging himself, he amplified the efforts, reinvigorating the magic, strengthening the fortifications – because if they didn’t have that, then he could ascertain more trials and tribulations would be ahead.
Thereafter, he flickered the fire, the flames, the embers, the power, again into the ursur. The air rippled and cast, catching and slashing, and the ripple effects of so many wounds and burning coercion were starting to hold an effect. The creature slowed, its dominion teetering, but still, it fought on; not one to ever turn tail from a fight.
Ursur: 194/1406
The bear threatened to beat down on the shield, and he could feel the rock and earth ricochet violently through his pulse. Taking another deep breath and steeling, forging himself, he amplified the efforts, reinvigorating the magic, strengthening the fortifications – because if they didn’t have that, then he could ascertain more trials and tribulations would be ahead.
Thereafter, he flickered the fire, the flames, the embers, the power, again into the ursur. The air rippled and cast, catching and slashing, and the ripple effects of so many wounds and burning coercion were starting to hold an effect. The creature slowed, its dominion teetering, but still, it fought on; not one to ever turn tail from a fight.
Ursur: 194/1406
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
