DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The Sword had a string of options at his disposal – and in the end he chose the simpler act of violence. The primordial fathoms of Life Drain concocted through his blood – age-old, archaic, arcane, known since the beginning of his life, and perhaps the most familiar filaments of incantations residing within him. Mastered and content, it unfurled in almost a barrier-like state before him – waiting for the gore crows to come descending into the unseen force.
The birds hit the wall and immediately slowed as the enchantments began to snag, snare, and inveigle the energy, the contortions, the framework of their existence. It wasn’t enough to instantly maul, maim, and kill them though – disappointing – as their talons ripped into the depths of his left shoulder, and a sickening hiss pummeled through his throat. One eventually teetered to the ground, as if the single assault was enough to do them in, collapsing in a heavy heap on the cavern floor.
Belial followed through on the second, the flying deer casting his intense fervency and animosity upon the crow, fangs and jaws interlocking over Stygian feathers; the sickening crunch reverberating.
While he shook his head and Zuriel tended to his latest wound, the outcries of ”Meat, meat!” rose over the volley – and his eyes searched out the rest of the gathering. None of them seemed without a barrage of some type, and he was grateful once more for his unicorn’s presence. “All right?” Once the mare was finished mending his barbaric laceration, she could move onto the next. Gaze seeking the final, mocking bird in the haze, Attuned, feline stare catching it lurking overhead, he uttered another grumble of a command. “We finish this one off, then move on.” No point in having it trail after them, causing more multitudes of disarray, disorder, and chaos.
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Feel free to have Zuriel heal your characters’ wounds!
Unite and spread the heart apart
