DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Whether it was Aino’s bullying, combined with Sah and the Sword’s capabilities, all of them nestled together and got to work. The soldiers kept their heads down, sewing and patching away, and Deimos had to snort, coming in on the finale of Aino’s announcement – lowering his voice to a whisper. “Let me know which ones were insufficient, and they can have more laps added to their schedule.”
Amused, mostly, but knowing full well he’d have to orchestrate more measures through the laziness, it was time to move on. Targets reassembled and back in place, Deimos moved towards the catapults in the corner. “These have not been used in a while,” and he pulled on one of the levers, listening to the crank whine in protest. “So we should do some repairs.” Leaving the tools out, he demonstrated what was required for each, and then Sah andAino could both move forward into piecing them back together. “If we do well, I will even let you practice with them,” came on a laugh, but a promise and conviction just the same.
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Targets are complete!
Repair the catapults!
Amused, mostly, but knowing full well he’d have to orchestrate more measures through the laziness, it was time to move on. Targets reassembled and back in place, Deimos moved towards the catapults in the corner. “These have not been used in a while,” and he pulled on one of the levers, listening to the crank whine in protest. “So we should do some repairs.” Leaving the tools out, he demonstrated what was required for each, and then Sah and
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Targets are complete!
Repair the catapults!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
