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

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Continuing the plunge, the rats had yet to notice they were in any sort of plight. While their wounds must’ve been agonizing, their minds certainly hadn’t appeared to process the information, and the second one, despite the marring of an arrow at its side, advanced, striving to sneak around rock piles and boggy portions, yearning to sink its teeth into Colt. Her armament still stuck true and held fast in its accuracy (if Deimos wasn’t surprised, he wasn’t going to utter anything about it), puncturing into the third rat’s shoulder with ease. The beast gave a guttural moan and groan, rolling to its side. It only seemed mildly deterred, however, but struggled to get up due to the impact of the arrow. Deimos, for his part, continued to maul the rat in his clutches out of existence, while unfurling towards the second rat, intending to block its impending reach of the Accepted with a well-timed pulse of lightning before it could make a stumbling, bumbling climb her way. Rat 1: 142/356 Rat 2: 218/356 Rat 3: 296/356 Rat 4: 0/356 the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left