Deimos
Maybe he only found it funny because no one had ever asked him such a question. Perhaps in childhood, but never thereafter – not when there were hordes of other inquiries launched and layered his way. So he shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head, bemused all the same, giving forth the answer with intonations still intermingled on wry entertainment. “11.”
As far as LongNight monsters were concerned, the traces of humor faded away to something cooler and more weighted, his eyes gazing towards obsidian walls, or falling towards his companions. “I believe preferences would go more towards fire.” Or that was his modicum of partialities and predilections – but given how they were supposedly experiments before the Ascended came into play, it would make sense that they shared similar weaknesses.
As far as LongNight monsters were concerned, the traces of humor faded away to something cooler and more weighted, his eyes gazing towards obsidian walls, or falling towards his companions. “I believe preferences would go more towards fire.” Or that was his modicum of partialities and predilections – but given how they were supposedly experiments before the Ascended came into play, it would make sense that they shared similar weaknesses.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
