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

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us There were chances of a horse appearing, perhaps, but given the incoming, wild commotion, maybe any equines would’ve taken off in a different direction. Instead, what they had for the moment was a sudden inclusion of feral rats, suddenly very much intent on making their lives’ either entertaining or miserable. Deimos didn’t bother responding to Colt’s quip, however amusing, for his concentration and focus was now entirely on eradication. The fourth rat was momentarily stunned by his assault, collapsing from the sudden array of shocks, though clearly not done yet. Colt’s target, the third one meandering through on their incoming rampage, was hit by her arrow – and began trying to gnaw on the wooden armament, distracted by the painful array. The other two, confused for a second, began smelling again, trying and striving to find someone, something, they could bite and scratch and unfurl. Deimos, naturally, unleashed another torrential display of power and lightning, searing straight into the one he’d already seethed upon, intending to ensure it remained wholly useless, and ultimately lifeless. Rat 1: 356/356 Rat 2: 356/356 Rat 3: 326/356 Rat 4: 250/356 the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left