Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Instances like these helped determine potential – whether advice would be taken, magic could be wielded properly, incantations would adhere to their user and be controlled, or the simple actions of drawing plans together. Trying. Striving. Safe in the threshold of training, where one could press and practice without the worry of mayhem falling down around their heads. He’d done much the same for anyone in Halo, or those who’d requested it from outside the wintry kingdom, would continue to do so when Erebos, Amhran, or any other family craved to find ways of defending and sieging.He granted a small, slow smile when Marcus took his time, considered, planned. The water altered and changed, becoming icy shards, fractals pushed and pulled together into sharpened, serrated edges. “Good. Now you are thinking,” he obliged, watching as the plunged weapons were released at different intervals.
By and large, of course, the flames condoned them quickly; the wall he’d built consuming and eating them away into melted droplets and nothing but the barest hint and hiss of steam. “Depending on your range, you can consider going from different directions as well.” To ensure his enemy faced a barrage on all sides – keeping the fiery wall ablaze at his behest and decree.
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