[KQ] stonewall

DEIMOS Delivered from the blasts There was no end – just onslaught after onslaught, rebellion after rebellion, mixed signals, but little to no triumph. Nothing they did mattered in this turn-around: missed, missed, missed, off into the ether, sliding back into the folds of darkness; and he growled, didn’t bother smothering the frustration this time. At the very least, he wasn’t hit either (a damned miracle), but there was no advance, no forward motion, the same semblance as before. They tried and it didn’t matter. They launched and it didn’t matter. They sieged and it didn’t matter. So it was either give up or continue – and he’d never been a beast to surrender. It wasn’t in his nature to yield, to submit, or to concede, made of too much ice and fire and brimstone; cooled embers, chilling ravines, the rapacious, voracious edges of a beast who’d yet to learn how to keep his head down. He could hear Wessex rampaging along, yelling, Remi calling for them to duck, Phoebe praying to her gods for assistance, instructing him to stay under cover. So what we he supposed to do: meander closer to the shadows and tuck himself away? Hide and duck? Was that what he’d been doing along, fervently tucked in Isla’s shadow, fighting to stay alive, to ensure they could keep going? Lords – this chaotic mess was a contradiction, grinding and howling against him. It wailed, decadently insistent, at him to do something, commit, instigate, savage, bleed more and more nefarious arts into the fray, to assist in the finale. He waited while the others proceeded with their attacks, striving to stay out range, out of the way, so friendly fire wasn’t an imminent threat, before advancing again. The warrior intended to stick his dagger into the tentacle’s flesh again, wanted it to writhe, to shudder, to die, and as an added bonus, sent the torch’s flames towards its skin as well. -- Deimos stays out of the way while the others launch their attacks, then tries to use his dagger and the torches at tentacle four. the last of a line of lasts