[KQ] stonewall

DEIMOS Delivered from the blasts The torch light beams worked their way along the cavern, but in the end, he was right back on the frontlines, healed, aches and pains no longer prolonged or strung out; until he was hit again. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise – he’d become the tentacles favored target, easy to reach either due to his massive size or current calamity. The Reaper grimaced and groaned again as another reached for him, and the same stinging nettles scraped down the length of his right arm and side. He could hear screaming in the distance, something about getting under rocks, but if he was already behind a shield and it wasn’t benefitting him any, he didn’t want to be the rocks’ sudden favorite either (hadn’t they already blasted him before?). Without Isla, without Remi, he would have easily been a goner, dying again in an unknown tomb, away from the things he cherished the most. “I am sorry,” he whispered, one hand reaching toward Isla while the other still held the torches, intending to keep them burning brightly over the dais of battle. The apology was for both unicorn and Remi – who were fighting their own twists and turns, with Deimos being an ineffectual, inept barrage of disappointment. “Now,” he nodded and hung his head, requiring mending and assuaging again, clenching his jaw, yearning to burrow deep down into the cavern floor so he wouldn’t be useless again – out of the way for those who could do something. Once more, the warrior’s veins pulsed with its deadly energy, and the magic was sent out across the abyss, desperate, wild, untamed, and savage. -- Deimos asks to be healed again because he’s a pathetic mess, while still holding the torches. He then tries to use his life drain magic on Tentacle 3. the last of a line of lasts