death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
A signature aspect of stoic resignation reached his eyes as silence fell from the beast – glancing towards Amalia, knowing full well she likely wouldn’t accept it. Ancient, primordial, older than they’d ever be – and the stakes unknown, reaching higher and higher conflagrations as the moments wore on. What else were they to do? What was the point of all this?
The fog obscured, but clearly not him or the Shield; the puncturing, piercing shards blazing into his skin, and he instinctively reached towards the pain in his shoulder, pulling out the scales. All right? hastened from him within Attuned bonds, instinctual, as they’d done time and time before. Zuriel’s horn grazed and touched over him from where she hid behind him, striving to heal from the early onslaught, from where he sighed and clenched his jaw. More damnation, more doom, more complexities unearthed than he’d likely ever understand. What do you want to do? flickered within Shield and Sword outreaches, for there were few options, and they were likely losing instances to hasten them.
He ducked lower, attempting to appear smaller in the haze, trying to conjure more of the mist. Some calculations curled and coiled thereafter, in another venture to buy them time, fortitude, and might, unfurling the familiar, rampant discord of Life Drain, pulsing and pervading towards the massive creature.
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Zuriel tries to heal Deimos.
Deimos attempts to continue using Mastered Air to keep up the fog, and Mastered Life Drain towards the creature.
• Air manipulation: Can create and control the air. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
• Base Life Drain : Can take life force from a living thing to temporarily make themselves stronger within a 30ft radius.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered
The fog obscured, but clearly not him or the Shield; the puncturing, piercing shards blazing into his skin, and he instinctively reached towards the pain in his shoulder, pulling out the scales. All right? hastened from him within Attuned bonds, instinctual, as they’d done time and time before. Zuriel’s horn grazed and touched over him from where she hid behind him, striving to heal from the early onslaught, from where he sighed and clenched his jaw. More damnation, more doom, more complexities unearthed than he’d likely ever understand. What do you want to do? flickered within Shield and Sword outreaches, for there were few options, and they were likely losing instances to hasten them.
He ducked lower, attempting to appear smaller in the haze, trying to conjure more of the mist. Some calculations curled and coiled thereafter, in another venture to buy them time, fortitude, and might, unfurling the familiar, rampant discord of Life Drain, pulsing and pervading towards the massive creature.
--
Zuriel tries to heal Deimos.
Deimos attempts to continue using Mastered Air to keep up the fog, and Mastered Life Drain towards the creature.
• Air manipulation: Can create and control the air. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
• Base Life Drain : Can take life force from a living thing to temporarily make themselves stronger within a 30ft radius.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered
DEIMOS
