Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Finally; whether it was due to fortitude, perseverance, luck, or a combination of the three, the water diminished, the air billowed smoke away, and there were only residual marks of the flames left. He permitted one long breath to filter out of his lungs, head already pulsing, aching, from the amount of incantations utilized, from the concentration required, from the sickness building behind his eyes. Not much longer he told himself. Not much more. They’d be able to conquer the remaining vestiges, and then he could rest –
A turn of his head, a series of crackling measures, the kindling, stoking requiem of fire taking hold again, this time along the tree, diminished the latter thoughts entirely. The next breath was a heavy sigh, before the water magic once more unleashed, unfurled. Heady and heavy, intending to entirely douse the timber, and perhaps the flinthopper nearby.
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Deimos attempts to use his Mastered Water on the tree currently on fire, and maybe hit the flinthopper with it too.
A turn of his head, a series of crackling measures, the kindling, stoking requiem of fire taking hold again, this time along the tree, diminished the latter thoughts entirely. The next breath was a heavy sigh, before the water magic once more unleashed, unfurled. Heady and heavy, intending to entirely douse the timber, and perhaps the flinthopper nearby.
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Deimos attempts to use his Mastered Water on the tree currently on fire, and maybe hit the flinthopper with it too.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
