[SE] An armor of skin

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Loyalty bridged many gaps amidst Halo – tough and stern, enduring and determined, an adamant group of people who’d always forged fires together. And while Deimos would never rest easy in the upcoming, fortuitous march amidst the summits, at least there would be some sentiment of peace in the capabilities of the Citadel’s citizens. Even if it wouldn’t relent the apprehension – he knew they’d stand together. So he nodded just the same, pushing the gnawing restlessness down for another time and moment. Sah’s calculations were far better executed this time than the other multitudes – no notions of punching out ursurs as they rambling forward, of any dramatic plunges into dirges and sieges. “All right. That is acceptable.” And he’d hold the other man to that promise, within a moment or two. Taking the cue, the shift was imminent and graceful – poised multitudes within a matter of seconds; Warden turned thunderbird, massive and unwinding, unfurling and uncoiling until he ascended into the sky in rapid twists and turns. Thereafter, he followed Belial’s trail, seeing the peryton in the distance, waiting for him. With a singular cue, they both descended in rapid spirals, though his was to be far more ominous, ferocious, predacious, and carnivorous. The ursur in question seemed younger, smaller, than elder counterparts, and didn’t take kindly to the sudden thunderclap exuded from his wings, nor the threat of his presence as his efforts brought him closer and closer. The bear, by all instincts, ran. And the beasts chased, just as wild and damned. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left