Deimos had been struck by many things in life. Wounds were commonplace when one risked themselves day in and day out. It wasn’t a worry or apprehension for him – nor was he used to others hoarding trepidation for his sake (save for Evie, and even then, she was quite used to his antics). But that didn’t mean he willingly took them; just as capable of melding and molding himself out of the way of bombardments. He’d honed accuracy, precision, and swiftness despite his bulk and physique over the years, ensuring he could duck, dodge, and evade just as well as many others.
So appendages flickering out of the corner of his eye made for quick actions. A snarl rippled through, and despite the way the spider had been maimed and mauled, it still fought; something to be admired, perhaps, if he wasn’t on the opposing side. Avoiding Colt’s arrows was another issue, and he snorted as he heard the shot ricochet into the arachnid’s form, shaking his head briefly, before setting it alight again, jaw clenching over limbs, intending to pin it downwards into smoke, vitriol, and pain.
So appendages flickering out of the corner of his eye made for quick actions. A snarl rippled through, and despite the way the spider had been maimed and mauled, it still fought; something to be admired, perhaps, if he wasn’t on the opposing side. Avoiding Colt’s arrows was another issue, and he snorted as he heard the shot ricochet into the arachnid’s form, shaking his head briefly, before setting it alight again, jaw clenching over limbs, intending to pin it downwards into smoke, vitriol, and pain.
Deimos
we're all killers
