DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
His eyes remained on the outcropping of the wall, already contemplating edges of reinforcement and how much wider, stronger, and broader they could make it. If the gates could meet the same fate, if the notions of intrusions from the ground would be a thing of the past. At the question, Deimos sighed, gaze flicking back to the catapults and their wheeling schisms. “We cannot possibly prepare for everything,” despite the Sword’s clear, stalwart intentions. “But we have been training under multitudes of elements and weaponry.” It would be whether they were caught by surprise or not that would make a vast difference. “And the watchtower provides visibility, along with the snowflake phones.” Communication – so they could funnel and channel the warriors within the range. There was the solar beam as well.
His stare finally rested back upon Talyson, stoic and firm. “And we fight and defend the best we can.” The way Halovians had always carved their way along the doldrums and chaos.
His stare finally rested back upon Talyson, stoic and firm. “And we fight and defend the best we can.” The way Halovians had always carved their way along the doldrums and chaos.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
