DEIMOS
A catlike grin eclipsed his features in the firelight, hastened by the shriek and muffled laughter. His own was a boom across the open room, loud and wild, reverberating back as she returned for air and volleys. He didn’t even bother ducking – the inevitable swing of vengeance was harsh and unwinding and ridiculous; his shirt immediately bombarded by a ball of mud, before his pants met the same fate. The crash of another pelted mass hitting the wall behind him, and then sliding down almost comically, had him figuring on eventual pressure washing of the entire room.Tempted to rally another mutinous spread, he only shrugged his shoulders; completely unbothered by the arrangements – stripping away the rest of his garments until it was only boxers and skin and flesh and muscle, before meandering, much like a predacious, untamed thing, along the sides.
And then snagging at mud until it was lifted along air incantations, intertwining, molding, rotating, revolving, biding his time. It slowly grew and grew, taking from more of its boggy brethren, before accumulating into a noteworthy acclaim, and then chucked at the Evergreen.
You aren't afraid of throwing yourself
in the path of danger
but you're terrified of letting anyone in
