It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
Given that Liam had already missed once without the shield, one might argue if the defenses hadn’t been there, he would’ve just been a goner. Deimos wasn’t partial to losing individuals out on the Tundra, unless they were his enemy or an adversary of Halo, so he’d already taken great efforts to ensure both of them lived throughout their tale. He presumed Liam had other things to do throughout his life, rather than having it taken by a nasty bear. Taking a deep breath, he clenched his jaw once more and strengthened the barrier, even as the ursur tired, slowed, the beast continued to be prove to be unrelenting – too enraged to ever be indifferent, or back away.
Some beasts fought with sense, and others simply with audacity. Where humans tended to fell was also anyone’s game or guess.
Liam’s arrow, this time, clipped the beast right along its ear. The vicious creature roared once more, then turned its blocky head towards its current combatant, but incapable of seeing beyond the slots of earth, its paws and weight merely layered into the combination of ice and earth, pulverizing, striving, trying. Deimos shook his head and drove more power, more venom, more vehemence into the stokings of his incantations, and the wind, the air, the fire burnt into its hide and tarnished its soul one more time; before it ultimately fell with one gigantic heave into the snow.
Ursur: 0/1406
Some beasts fought with sense, and others simply with audacity. Where humans tended to fell was also anyone’s game or guess.
Liam’s arrow, this time, clipped the beast right along its ear. The vicious creature roared once more, then turned its blocky head towards its current combatant, but incapable of seeing beyond the slots of earth, its paws and weight merely layered into the combination of ice and earth, pulverizing, striving, trying. Deimos shook his head and drove more power, more venom, more vehemence into the stokings of his incantations, and the wind, the air, the fire burnt into its hide and tarnished its soul one more time; before it ultimately fell with one gigantic heave into the snow.
Ursur: 0/1406
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
