Deimos
THE RESURRECTED SWORD
How did you survive? they ask
How long did you suffer?
how dark did they tint your dreams?Well, that escalated quickly.
No sooner had he tied the man up, and shaken the finger out of his ear, Peter readying a spear, that it didn’t matter anymore – Sunjata’s idiotic reign continuing in its eager persistence to derail everything. The heathen was instantly no more amongst fangs and vitriol – and though Deimos had sought to do the same, he’d resisted; not here for tending or healing the cannibal, but for grasping information. Those opportunities were gone now, vanquished. Jaw clenched, not a single sound uttered save for a stifled, long-suffering sigh, he removed the rope from the limp, prone, bloodied body, stuffing it back into his bag.
He wasn’t even remotely surprised to witness and feel Amalia’s rage; watching her pounce towards the panther with utterly no intention of stopping her. They were all on restless edges, and the General was equally sick of Sunjata’s constant, pain-staking, drama-infused actions. If he was poised to become an enemy of the Shield now, that would be Flood’s concern.
A tilt to his head, gaze watchful as he witnessed Adam attempting to restore the peace. He sucked in another breath, and a rumble to his tones, for the first time since they’d begun their sojourn, resounded through the cave, directed mainly to Sunjata, but also everyone else involved. “You asked us to help you. If you cannot handle working with others, listening to opinions, or doing something with rational thought, then you should leave.” He’d had enough of the consummate rogue tendencies, the painstaking foolishness, and ridiculous adventures surrounding Sunjata’s incapability of thinking. “We could have used him for information.” A minor kick to the dead body, before his piercing eyes slid back to the panther. It was a warning, and the only one the man would receive. They could carry on without him.
His gaze lifted toPeter. “Help me scout the rest of this area?” They could at least do something useful in the quarrels – though if Sunjata even attempted to lay a single talon on the Shield, Deimos would insist upon retribution. What was one more dead body?
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Deimos tells Sunjata to either get it together or leave. If Sunjata goes to attack Amalia, then Deimos will attack in return. Otherwise, he goes to explore the surrounding area.
No sooner had he tied the man up, and shaken the finger out of his ear, Peter readying a spear, that it didn’t matter anymore – Sunjata’s idiotic reign continuing in its eager persistence to derail everything. The heathen was instantly no more amongst fangs and vitriol – and though Deimos had sought to do the same, he’d resisted; not here for tending or healing the cannibal, but for grasping information. Those opportunities were gone now, vanquished. Jaw clenched, not a single sound uttered save for a stifled, long-suffering sigh, he removed the rope from the limp, prone, bloodied body, stuffing it back into his bag.
He wasn’t even remotely surprised to witness and feel Amalia’s rage; watching her pounce towards the panther with utterly no intention of stopping her. They were all on restless edges, and the General was equally sick of Sunjata’s constant, pain-staking, drama-infused actions. If he was poised to become an enemy of the Shield now, that would be Flood’s concern.
A tilt to his head, gaze watchful as he witnessed Adam attempting to restore the peace. He sucked in another breath, and a rumble to his tones, for the first time since they’d begun their sojourn, resounded through the cave, directed mainly to Sunjata, but also everyone else involved. “You asked us to help you. If you cannot handle working with others, listening to opinions, or doing something with rational thought, then you should leave.” He’d had enough of the consummate rogue tendencies, the painstaking foolishness, and ridiculous adventures surrounding Sunjata’s incapability of thinking. “We could have used him for information.” A minor kick to the dead body, before his piercing eyes slid back to the panther. It was a warning, and the only one the man would receive. They could carry on without him.
His gaze lifted to
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Deimos tells Sunjata to either get it together or leave. If Sunjata goes to attack Amalia, then Deimos will attack in return. Otherwise, he goes to explore the surrounding area.
- until you had blood glistening on your teeth
- until your suffering paled in comparison to their own
- until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams
