[PQ] with all its might

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Fair points, really; he hadn’t expected skunks to be holed up within. But through circumstances and efforts, they’d managed to repair climbing walls, targets, sort through a warehouse full of armor, weaponry, and place more in its threshold. For the steadfast and valorous layers of Halo, it’d be more than enough. If a little smelly, and in need rampant airing out for days to come. He shook his head and gave a wave to all the departing assistants, before permitting the fellow soldiers to go home for the day as well. They’d all done their part, and there wasn’t a necessity for further headaches caused by an onerous stench. {FIN} master of nothing place; of recoil and grace