[KQ] i wanna give you back the open sky

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The digging was left to the others – likely far more capable as they shifted dirt, loam, and soil – but he took hold of Amalia’s staff, the eerie, crimson light flickering against his eyes, with an assured nod and a motion backwards. He could hear Vai’s suggestion, turning his head towards the poisonous plants, but was completely, utterly distracted from any other task when the mound began to move. The hill was suddenly buzzing – insects unfurling from their home, either irritated by the shifting of the earth or simply by their presence, seeking them all out like a barrage, infested, enraged. He growled as some bit into his skin, attempting to bat some away on reflex. It took a few moments for his mind to process possibilities and potential ways to scourge success from the infernal siege; but no sooner had he thought of a notion, did it appear in his hands, a medium-sized net, weighted slightly on the bottom, holes intentionally woven to be tiny, in hopes it wouldn’t allow insects to escape, or at the very least, buy them some time until they could come up with a better solution. “Fire would be beneficial,” he intoned, proffering some sort of monotone advice as the world rained down upon them in plagues. Then, attempting to kill two birds with one stone, he continued to back up until he was in an area by the plants, but far enough from friends, to unleash his lethal, deadly invocations, allowing the life draining magic to fan out almost like a shield. He strove to bat away any more insects coming his way with the noxious enchantments, as well as siphon off life from the poisonous vectors. -- Deimos creates a medium-sized net, and tries to drop it over a hoard of insects by the mound, suggesting fire magic be utilized as well. He then backs up, and using his life drain magic, attempts to rid himself of any insects nearby, and siphon away at the poisonous plants too. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace