DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
He’d only just finished in time to witness Aisha’s shovel break, cementing one more round of quiet, muffled laughter from his corner of the grounds, before shaking his head, rising from his crouch, and coming to aid. Together, perhaps for the grand finale, they maneuvered snow to the outer ridges and range of the elongated earth, either by wheelbarrow or shovel. Nothing broke. Nothing hastened into wild, wicked contortions. No one fell into a suddenly manifested hole. Teamwork comprised and composed the efforts into quick, efficient applications, and before long, the drift had been re-piled and rehomed (which he’d utilize for a future training exercise).
Then, they’d have a chance to step back, and survey the result of all their hard work. “Well done,” and he boisterously clapped both of them on the shoulders. “Thank you for your efforts.” It would be much improved for all of Halo – with sorted weaponry, with a front room designated for war plans, defenses, assaults, sieges, and whatever else would compose its way into machinations, and newly arranged targets along the training designations. All in all, a fine way to spend the day – knowing it would hone in on refinements, enhancements, and developments for anyone in Halo yearning and learning to wield.
With that, they’d be allowed to settle in for refreshments in the front room, to grab a weapon of their choosing, practice their trade, and leave with satisfaction in their souls.
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Thank you everyone! <3 We’re done!
{FIN}
Then, they’d have a chance to step back, and survey the result of all their hard work. “Well done,” and he boisterously clapped both of them on the shoulders. “Thank you for your efforts.” It would be much improved for all of Halo – with sorted weaponry, with a front room designated for war plans, defenses, assaults, sieges, and whatever else would compose its way into machinations, and newly arranged targets along the training designations. All in all, a fine way to spend the day – knowing it would hone in on refinements, enhancements, and developments for anyone in Halo yearning and learning to wield.
With that, they’d be allowed to settle in for refreshments in the front room, to grab a weapon of their choosing, practice their trade, and leave with satisfaction in their souls.
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Thank you everyone! <3 We’re done!
{FIN}
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
