Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Listening all the while, his usually inscrutable features reclaimed the small smile and the brief snort of amusement as the answers came. He hadn’t been looking for anything specific; simply willing to hear their responses, the layers laden, the potential lurking underneath, and what they’d managed to deign from the brief encounter of a newfound species. The tangleweed, while some might find wholly insignificant, could also be rendered to ties of Caido happenings, small little clues amongst the chaos – at least, that was what hovered in the back of his mind, from all the recent letters and information finding its way to his desks. Once they’d finished, he nodded along, returning to his formidable prowess and straightening out his spine, stretching and rolling his shoulders. “It also did not take much force, but, as defenders of Halo, we need to think of those who may not be able to protect themselves as well. Children,” like his own, always at the forefront of his intentions. “The elders amongst us. It does not take much until something is threatening.” Especially in Halo.Moving on from the subject matter and sudden lesson in between the trebuchet antics, he turned his sights back upon the remaining targets – a currently placid ursur, a not-quite-to-scale frost giant, and a still water elemental, waiting to be struck down. “We can finish up here with a little more power,” and he wrinkled his nose, glanced at each of them with a clear vision of destruction and mayhem in mind. “Each of you team up, groups of three. Whoever can knock out their targets first does not have patrol duty in the morning.” It would all come down to accuracy, precision, and camaraderie to fulfill the task.
Mischief laden in his wink following, as he strolled towards the three armaments waiting to be utilized again – placing stones within the basket that were now, due to his prowess with said element, clearly on fire.
