broad edged and sharp

Liam

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

It would have been easier, in some ways, were the rock shield not in the way. Liam could have fired more quickly and accurately, for starters. But that would also have meant he'd be exposed, and against this mammoth beast, he was rather glad not to be. He'd much rather have the illusion of safety and contribute as he can (though it rankles that he can't do more than this) than die trying to be impressive.

So the soldier simply grimaced as his shot pinged off the ursur's tusks and fell into the snow, ducking down long enough to nock another arrow. This time, he tried to aim more steadily, though shooting through holes in a shield at a moving target was a challenge. Still, he hoped to spill perhaps a little more of the ursur's blood before Deimos finished it off. That had to happen soon, right?

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