[KQ] stonewall

DEIMOS Delivered from the blasts The shield didn’t matter; he was struck again before long, a stinging maelstrom piercing through his right side. It seared and tattered along his ribs, an outburst of pain he couldn’t extinguish fumbling on a gasp, on a quaky, shaking inhale, lungs shocked, body bearing onslaught after onslaught. He couldn’t recall ever being this weak: so used to his power, his brawn, his determination – and there came a point where he wondered if he’d die there, amidst the dark doldrums of the cavern, chasing down outcries, surrounded by chaos. Remi must have sensed something awry; passing flint, steel, and torches (light, light, light in the brooding shadows) while his unicorn arrived, closer and closer still, a healer, a medic in this damned world. His hands shook as he scraped the flint against steel and the dry cloth, waiting for the realm to suddenly ignite before his eyes, bowing his head to the unicorn’s ministrations. “Thank you,” he proffered, a billowing breath, as the torches were incensed, kindled, into a burning, blistering, beautiful inferno in his palms. He raised them as high as he could despite the aches, suddenly a beacon, a lighthouse, in the abyss. The tentacles took shape amidst the shadows and columns – three more – and as he was mended, piece by piece, he took aim again, life draining magic emboldening on the heels of exhaustion, on the wake of further potential, of annihilation, of his own rooted devastation. They inclined and reaped, aiming for anything along the path. - - - - - - Deimos takes Remi’s offered torches and lights them using the flint and steel. He then holds them up high while Isla heals them. Thereafter, he aims his life drain magic for Tentacle 4. the last of a line of lasts