fights to the last sliver

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Pouting, Amun hugged his arms to his chest. "But I need it. And I bet big guy tastes good." However, he made no move to head towards Deimos. Indeed, the potter seemed almost rooted to the spot. Zhanshi gripped the Ascended's pants' leg, ready to tug Amun if the potter did something stupid.

Nodding, he sighed. "Amalia made it rain and then we got all sparky. Bzzzz." Lifting one hand he snapped his finger a few times.

Eying the book, he looked up at the Sword. And up, and up, and up, until the Ascended was staring at the ceiling. "Big guy is leaving? But why? It's so bright here." Frowning, he swayed back and forth a little, still staring directly upwards.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid