DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Armaments needed to be the right hands, the right mind. Sometimes necessity drove the matters more; but he nodded just the same, figuring she’d manage to discover what would accommodate her necessities. “You can practice in the barracks if you want. Plenty of weapons there.” With that, he glanced back at his men, most of whom seemed to be inspired in steps and motions as soon as the Citadel appeared much closer along the horizon now. Strides were longer, sweeping, and the sled easier to drag; he dug in sharper into the snow and tundra lines, equally content to find home near at hand.
At her inquiry though, he tilted his head, listening once more. “We will be fine. We have many medics,” his wife included – who would ensure they were all freshly mended and tended to. “Thank you for your help. I will let you know if anything comes up.” Rescue wise anyway – as long as she was equipped and ready. With that, they could persist into the stronghold of the winter fortress, one more successful venture conquered.
[FIN]
At her inquiry though, he tilted his head, listening once more. “We will be fine. We have many medics,” his wife included – who would ensure they were all freshly mended and tended to. “Thank you for your help. I will let you know if anything comes up.” Rescue wise anyway – as long as she was equipped and ready. With that, they could persist into the stronghold of the winter fortress, one more successful venture conquered.
[FIN]
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
