Deimos
Uncertain if it was the right answer, if there was to be one at all, the General took it and nodded. He watched as the youth applied and modeled his plan, the dead ningo placed amongst the darker outcropping of soot and stone, a miniature trail meant to lure and snag before anything became too dangerous. His nose wrinkled slightly at the feathers churning and burning and becoming nothing; before sighing, eyes cast along the courier as he ambled for his rocky bulwark.
Very calmly, very plainly, Deimos went towards where Zuriel was waiting, patting her along the neck, and retrieving a cloth from his own Bag of Holding. A fair distance from the pools, but certainly within his range to do some devastating damage regardless, while Belial soared safely above, the monolith draped his Invisibility Cloak neatly over the unicorn and himself. Completely disappearing from view.
Very calmly, very plainly, Deimos went towards where Zuriel was waiting, patting her along the neck, and retrieving a cloth from his own Bag of Holding. A fair distance from the pools, but certainly within his range to do some devastating damage regardless, while Belial soared safely above, the monolith draped his Invisibility Cloak neatly over the unicorn and himself. Completely disappearing from view.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
