My fists are fine, it's just my soul's a little bruised

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Those unknown chords; where one was never certain if they’d see portions of light again, had called upon him more than once. Dark and dim, where he hovered inches above plunging below the surface and leaving it all behind – bound to be easier than being slowly consumed by grief, melancholy, loss, and heartache. But he hadn’t, he didn’t, and in time he’d managed to carve another hallowed earth for himself that he’d never considered again. Family. Friends. Regions. Years and years before he’d been choking down and shuddering away ghosts and wraiths and failures like they were all he had; and to find himself here, along these intertwining roads of peace and prosperity were sometimes so startling and striking that he’d catch himself basking in the solace. Of repose. Of things to hold and cherish. They all had those capabilities, if they could catch and dart and get out of the mire before it swallowed them whole. So if Colt wanted to try and sculpt a desert, perhaps she’d succeed. “Thank you,” he nodded, before his attention went towards more than slugs and potentials; though, perhaps the latter was reserved for the inevitable swing of demolition and destruction again. “The rats,” was both an echo and a warning, as they began to emerge from the dropped embankment of muck nearby. Always figures that gave off nasty little airs, their larger than life frames towered above some fallen logs and rotten stumps, their noses pinpointed to the sky as they began to smell them. A group of four – a threat for passing merchants or those weary travelers just trying to make it through another day. “Has your aim improved?” He joked; before altering and shifting, soaring upwards on thunderbird intentions, immediately rising above to meet with the peryton, and targeting the furthest from the group. Within half a breath the lightning pierced from his eyes, sliding and striking the little beast with bestial, powerful, potent intent. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left