[se] in the armory of your soul

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Too massive for his own good at this point, the monolith managed to be hit by each snowball lobbed his way. They ricocheted and broke against furs and coats, collars and hair, emitting more laughter than anything else. Ducking down to prepare for the next waves of onslaughts and demolition, he didn’t expect a sudden change of pace. Because within a matter of moments there was a polar bear bearing down on him, and even as he rounded away, tucking himself into a corner of the fortress and incapable of hiding the volley of chuckles; the impact was great and grand. Despite his carefully orchestrated structure, the portion near Noah’s impressive stature and size couldn’t withstand his bulk and menace, immediately coming down, toppling, from the charge. Some proportions caved inward, back onto the hunter, and some over the top of the Sword, burying portions while he leaned against what remained – laughing away in the ridiculousness. The creation would’ve have lasted long anyway – but now he was wholly occupied with comeuppance and vengeance, ignoring wherever Morgan had gone. Incantations manifested as he rose once more, water and earth combining into a gigantic snowball, and then raising it with air concoctions, intending to lob it straight at Noah’s head. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace