DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
He stood away and watched, peace, quiet, and focus required but not by him; the water’s flow eventually gained and garnished by the summoner’s abilities once more. The rivulet twisted and turned down pipes, power forged, cascading into more than just mere drops, now a semblance of working orders and parts, machinations finally coming to fruition, a conclusion. The beast was satisfied and content with the notion, even if his inexperience had tampered with all of it at the beginning, piercing glance sliding back over to Loren. “You are welcome.” A nod to the fellow militia member, and to the other who lingered behind, before maneuvering and gathering the rest of his supplies and bags, and exiting the fields, their work complete for now.
