remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
The shield had been meant for both of them – a barrier, a divide, against the barrage of attacks and assaults; and for a moment, he thought there would be a simultaneous victory, teamwork in spades, in arms, in makeshift, mocking, jocular brutality. The beast couldn’t see Loren from behind their blockade, but he watched as Kiada popped out, tossing, launching the newfound weaponry, only to be caught in the head quickly thereafter. Something in his heart sunk, even if it all was just pretend and pretense.
The General thought to concoct another ball and then drive it home towards the summoner, no longer ducking behind the shield, only to see Loren had been knocked out as well – a successful venture in the Harpy’s spirit and mettle. Which simply left him as the vanquisher; a little flat, not how he’d wanted to proclaim conquest (with fire and blood and ash), simply remaining, simply winning, by mere existence.
If there were any misgivings in it, he didn’t extend the notion or sentiments in his nod towards all the participants. “Good game,” and a teasing, taunting layer of attuned connections sent towards Kiada, masking all the other motions.
- FIN for Deimos
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
