[KQ] stonewall

DEIMOS Delivered from the blasts He missed. He couldn’t remember a time he’d been such a ridiculous mess; nothing accurate, blundering and stumbling his way through a dark cavern, incapable, ineffectual, useless. Perhaps not since he was a lad in training, bright-eyed and wondering how he was going to change or devastate the world, one sword swing at a time (and how quickly he’d been proven wrong, set right down on his backside). It was happening again – the dragon’s teeth managed to wound the tentacle draping from the wall, slithering back into its confines, but it meant that Remi fell into the floor, and they along with him – his dagger ineffective, clustered in his hand still as he crashed into the ground. Were he not in present company, he would have released the most bestial growl, so frustrated, so annoyed, with his damned self. An infant lizard was contributing far more than the Reaper. The beast clenched his jaw, and then more rocks descended, along with escalating tentacles, corresponding to a larger thing, mayhem, in the depths. He shielded his head as best he could as he rolled along the floor, but one more stone knocked down into his shoulders, rattled and gnawed at his skin; pain, pain, pain, crawling to Remi’s makeshift barrier. Thank you, he wanted to say, murmur in the dark, I am sorry I am not enough piqued on the edges of his mouth too, but everything else was silent, still. Underneath it, he inhaled, he exhaled, then intended to return fire. The draining essence coiled in his veins yearned to stretch, ruin, and obliterate, and he allowed it – slinking and simpering on unknown, silent strings, basking in the hollowed, drenched, voracious reaches, intending to aim at any and all of them; death, death, death – the only thing he could recall and revel in. ---- Deimos is hit by another stone along his shoulders. He crawls underneath Remi's shield, and tries to use his life drain magic on any tentacles within reach (but for fun, let's say tentacle 2). the last of a line of lasts