Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Shaking his head at the expulsion of Evie’s laughter, but imploring and encouraging it just the same, the sputtering nonsense only amplified the situation. Permitting his own round of devilish adornments and chuckles to echo from his chest, the dramatic yelp, and assistance from elsewhere, was enough of an opportunity for him to slink several feet away, intending to gain some traction and space, intending to execute another plan. Several onlookers gauged the situation and headed away; though some kiosks still seemed inclined to watch the impending debacle. Puffs of powder launched back hardly bothered him, but there was a distinct shadow lingering above…
He had enough time to narrow his eyes at the threatening cavalcade, snorting and rapidly twisting, turning, the elements back in Sah’s direction, where the Thunder could have a taste of his own medicine.
From there, one would expect they'd all continue their volleys and rallies, a contentment to place burdens aside for mere moments and happenstances.
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