DEIMOS
Well, that answered that question.The hunter made his decision and the arrow flew – the Sword watched for a moment, impressed when the serrated edges landed squarely in the ursur’s eye. No need to worry about that particular creature any longer.
So his attention went to the smaller beast, the movements already in motion, the unfurling from his veins calculating, pooling, contorting in rapid formation. The water incantations and enchantments flowed with ease from his predilections, twisting, turning, in swift shards, changing quickly to daggers in their icy shoal. Pinpointed solely for the bear, they were only deemed suitable as a warning, orchestrating their means, their rampage, but sliding off of hide and hair without any real damage. Perhaps the distance was too great.
The shards glinted downward, collected amongst their rime brethren, and the bear continued onward. Maybe, as it closed in, Noah would be able to fire off a better shot, or Deimos could escalate the mastered webs; but clearly not intending to depart from this latest venture.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
