[PQ] [se] sharp teeth

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Eventually, the barrages simply became too much. Outnumbered, reckless, trapped, and with nothing more than the power of ferocity behind it, the second ursur’s time came. It roared with defiance, but had no ability to pierce back through the flames, divine opposition, or strikes of lightning. The pinnacle of efforts destroyed and dissipated, until it too fell beside its brethren, and Deimos could release the inferno for a moment. He stilled, eyes narrowed and watching for anything else moving along the frozen tundra, for something immortal to spring up and regale them with onslaughts…the machinations of possibilities were seemingly endless. But when seconds turned into minutes, the reality clung and struck and he unleashed a very long and slow breath. “Good work,” he countered to each of them – for between the plants and bears, they’d done a fair amount of maiming efforts – even if they were all uncertain how long it would last. “Thank you again,” was an extension to each. “You are welcome to stay in Halo to rest before heading anywhere,” he motioned towards Paige, Koa, and Hadama specifically, though to the latter he also insisted. “We will head to Torchline soon as well,” to ensure there would be forces combatted there too. And today, they wouldn’t be taking any meat home – for he turned his feral forces back upon the hides of the ursur with all the entangled ferocity of his mastered incantations, watching as they eventually curled and contorted into smoke and ash and fumes. -- This concludes the PQ! Thank you for assisting in hunting! {FIN} master of nothing place; of recoil and grace