you shine brighter than anyone

DEIMOS

The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates

Well versed in people not listening to him until it was far too late, the Sword shook his head and unfurled another long sigh. There was no use yelling across the fog and mist now, not with the predicted alteration in the beast, or the woman instantly falling into the water. It was a scene of outright foolishness, but that didn’t mean it would end in demise and ruin. He’d seen enough of those for multiple lifetimes.

Belial bought them both some moments – carnivorous and rapacious, intentionally distracting as Deimos unfurled long strides across the shoreline. The peryton flew at the horse’s features, fangs snatching, biting, toying with ears or muzzle, intending to be an absolute nuisance until his keeper could get into range –

And as soon as Deimos closed in on thirty feet, he unleashed the potency of his Mastered Water – mind whipping and ensuring the coil of incantations reached a fervent pitch. The pool beneath the horse shifted it back instantly; until one could see its confusion through the stark malevolence. Thereafter, the wave holding its form moved backwards, away from the fallen stranger, dragging the creature with it.

The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead