cover you when the sky comes crashing in
As Marcus took to the skies to ward off the ningos, he’d find he had greater difficulty than likely expected. The fluffy, downy birds seemed to be triggered simply by destroyed nest rage, or had forgotten they could simply roost elsewhere, and were fast, quick, as the eagle took after them. Scarcely intimidated at all, the largest even went after the younger hybrid.
From below, Deimos simply sighed and billowed a sharp gust of Mastered Air towards the flock. Within half a moment, they were seized and caught in the sudden churning of wind, and the Sword torpedo-ed them some distance away, where they probably would forget where they’d been instances before.
Meanwhile, Nina and Iskra packed away at the trench, using shovels and hard, physical labor, ensuring the ditch’s walls no longer sagged by the twist, turn, and change of the elements. When they were finished, the area looked better than ever, as if newly constructed from years prior. “These look good,” Deimos nodded, indicating his approval. “On to the next.”
And wound they went, carting their wares, towards the southern end. From these portions, the only mark of issues, upon inspection, were other things jutting out of the ditches themselves. “We can dig these out,” his brow furrowed, pondering what on earth had been tossed here now. “If someone wants to fill the holes back in when we are done.”
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Either help dig out the items (feel free to decide what they are for flavor or wait for the surprise) or fill in the holes left behind.
From below, Deimos simply sighed and billowed a sharp gust of Mastered Air towards the flock. Within half a moment, they were seized and caught in the sudden churning of wind, and the Sword torpedo-ed them some distance away, where they probably would forget where they’d been instances before.
Meanwhile, Nina and Iskra packed away at the trench, using shovels and hard, physical labor, ensuring the ditch’s walls no longer sagged by the twist, turn, and change of the elements. When they were finished, the area looked better than ever, as if newly constructed from years prior. “These look good,” Deimos nodded, indicating his approval. “On to the next.”
And wound they went, carting their wares, towards the southern end. From these portions, the only mark of issues, upon inspection, were other things jutting out of the ditches themselves. “We can dig these out,” his brow furrowed, pondering what on earth had been tossed here now. “If someone wants to fill the holes back in when we are done.”
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Either help dig out the items (feel free to decide what they are for flavor or wait for the surprise) or fill in the holes left behind.
DEIMOS
