DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
For a moment, in between those grieving, marring wounds suddenly thrown in his direction, the gourds were entirely ignored. It took a few instances for the information to sink down into his chest, and then rally through on another sigh. It was mostly for Noah’s benefit; he hadn’t known Korbin well, but the raven had seem inclined to assist in getting everyone to safety, in being there for the hunter, in striving to rally something other than the poor shell of what Halo was now. The loss of another ally made him wonder, ponder too, just what had occurred, the hows and whys, and if there were other measures afoot. "I am sorry for your loss." A pause, because the machinations never really ceased, even in the middle of another trial. "Do you know how it happened?"Thereafter, the Sword stepped around the trunk of the tree, leaving Noah to tend to his rage in the gourds’ depictions – and Deimos hunted down the ones intertwined within roots. Mastered Air sent them flying; voracious gusts of wind billowing and blowing until the vicious, persistent vines couldn’t hold onto any nettled sanctions. It was somewhat satisfying, in a cold, stark way, to watch them pummel and fall apart while hitting other trees.
Unite and spread the heart apart
