DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
He arched a brow back at the response, smiling slightly, but then furrowing his brow, concentrating on what was required once she’d accepted the outline. “Enemies? Have you made yourself some then?” A hint, an inkling, of a joke, given the boyish inclination on his features returning for an instant (perhaps she meant more of the molten tigers) – before magic began to infuse, pulse, and pervade the space between his hands.
Gilded traces formed over the lash for mere instances, quick and concise, practical and efficient; no need for his usual adornments and ornamentation, when it had already been christened and anointed by the starry deity. Instead, he wove his threads into its hold, until the form elongated slightly, five feet or so; if Maeve proved sufficient with its armament, then yes, her adversaries would be kept back, or set aflame, within a wider range. And while he worked, mind constantly in motion, his eyes narrowed a fraction, glancing downward at the item as he spoke. “Did you hear that a LongNight monster made it to Halo?”
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Deimos has upgraded:
Type: Light
Pheonix Whip | A magical 15ft whip that creates a small sonic boom and ignites the phoenix feather on its tip when snapped to cause fire damage. When not in use, the feather on the end looks like smouldering embers but is not hot.
Gilded traces formed over the lash for mere instances, quick and concise, practical and efficient; no need for his usual adornments and ornamentation, when it had already been christened and anointed by the starry deity. Instead, he wove his threads into its hold, until the form elongated slightly, five feet or so; if Maeve proved sufficient with its armament, then yes, her adversaries would be kept back, or set aflame, within a wider range. And while he worked, mind constantly in motion, his eyes narrowed a fraction, glancing downward at the item as he spoke. “Did you hear that a LongNight monster made it to Halo?”
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Deimos has upgraded:
Type: Light
Pheonix Whip | A magical 15ft whip that creates a small sonic boom and ignites the phoenix feather on its tip when snapped to cause fire damage. When not in use, the feather on the end looks like smouldering embers but is not hot.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
