DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Finally everything collaborated together, whirls of fire, hampered movements of the golem, planks ripped off of windows, bats distracting, and doors opening. The creature slowed, crawled, roared, and bellowed, and it didn’t matter as it slid directly into the growing patches of sunlight. On a groan, the monolith of rock and earth simply burst into clouds of dust, flickering down upon the floors. All that was left in the encompassing silence were the gaping holes in the walls, boards tossed about, and the wind billowing through the open door.
Deimos regained his breath, blinking in the realm of dust and debris, the fire dwindling away in his hands. His eyes went to the rest of them, a harsher grumble through his mouth with the injury to his jaw. “Everyone all right?” Because this had been ridiculous, and he felt responsible, should’ve seen, should’ve known, that the creature had been within those corners, lurking in the midst of abandoned domiciles. “My apologies.” Out of habit, he went to snap his mouth shut, the lingering pain and blood reminding him of folly after folly.
Then his gaze went to the rest of the prison, new, wide-open holes in the walls, and the roof still requiring its patchwork. “You are all free to go, if you want. You have certainly done enough.” Irritated, infuriated at himself, he’d likely end up staying for several more hours placing the boards over the gaping sanctions, as some sort of self-penance. “I can finish up here.” Thereafter, he maneuvered towards the rest of the lumber they had, and started acquiring supplies.
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The stone golem is vanquished! Well done, team! You are free to go, or you can stay and help patch up the holes.
No post order!
Unite and spread the heart apart
