DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Introductions made, nods granted and extended, names and faces committed to his memory, the time solidified into their tasks. Hester’s panic over Loren’s ridiculous summonings was understood; there was a tightness, a rigidness, drawn to his spine too, unbending, unyielding, at the presence of the dragon – but his reasons were deeply embedded in a cave, frozen to the core. He narrowed his eyes, and then moved along, the drawn impassivity pressing over his features in a resolute pretense, and once the beast was out of his sight, he could be content with their work.
His mastered prowess with earth; bizarre in itself, when he had no claim to it in his ancestors’ lineages, could prove to be some worth, digging, digging, digging into the soil and loam. It was far more difficult work here though, given the way Halo existed, and he’d pause within his concentration, administering subtle little breaks of breath, and then permitting his mind to hone in further again.
The tribulation with breaking apart the larger ones though would likely prove another strain on his faculties; merely because of the afflictions still contorted and coiled there. “I should be able to break them.” A little water embedded within might help too, by process of erosion, and so he cast both, intending to crack and tear them apart.
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Deimos tries to use mastered earth and mastered water manipulation to break apart the rocks as they go along.
His mastered prowess with earth; bizarre in itself, when he had no claim to it in his ancestors’ lineages, could prove to be some worth, digging, digging, digging into the soil and loam. It was far more difficult work here though, given the way Halo existed, and he’d pause within his concentration, administering subtle little breaks of breath, and then permitting his mind to hone in further again.
The tribulation with breaking apart the larger ones though would likely prove another strain on his faculties; merely because of the afflictions still contorted and coiled there. “I should be able to break them.” A little water embedded within might help too, by process of erosion, and so he cast both, intending to crack and tear them apart.
--
Deimos tries to use mastered earth and mastered water manipulation to break apart the rocks as they go along.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
