Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Deimos knew a grand portion of darker magic capabilities, given how many were coiled and contorted in his veins. Considering not only dragons, but any Ascended and their demigod proportions could essentially snag at the same proportions from others, the Sword had no intention of taking any chances. The calculations and machinations were set for some level of preparation other than outright offense, because who knew what else would be lying in wait for them amongst the mountains.But Sah’s statement did earn a smile – for he knew it to be true. “Thank you.” Even if he desperately wanted to be amidst the Citadel, to protect his home and his people, the comprehension that so many others would be willing, able, and capable of defending it only eased the burden slightly.
Then he listened to the strategy, considering the implications. “And if you cannot blind it?” It’d likely be a one shot moment or nothing at all. The Warden wouldn’t hesitate to mercilessly obliterate the creature should anything go awry, but it also wasn’t his hunt nor quest. “You need to be very quick, efficient, and accurate.” And not foolish went without saying, but given his tone and the arch of his brow, he figured it was conveyed via the look alone.
