DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
It didn’t feel fine. Perhaps because Deimos had long since been trained to not engage in friendly fire since he was quite young, and over multiple lives. But with the circumstances, the notions that it was working, he’d have to continue swallowing down the rancor puncturing between his spine. He nodded again at Ronin, and the apologies keep threading their way through in granules of regret.
He unwound another breath, and so too followed the Life Drain magic. Coursing and cursing, unwinding and unfurling, the bestial shades of his most familiar incantations strived towards the basilisk. The Sword notched another level of concentration, trying to hone in on just the snake.
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Deimos tries to concentrate solely on hitting the basilisk with his Mastered Life Drain.
Life Drain : Can take life force from a living thing to temporarily make themselves stronger within a 30ft radius.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered
He unwound another breath, and so too followed the Life Drain magic. Coursing and cursing, unwinding and unfurling, the bestial shades of his most familiar incantations strived towards the basilisk. The Sword notched another level of concentration, trying to hone in on just the snake.
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Deimos tries to concentrate solely on hitting the basilisk with his Mastered Life Drain.
Life Drain : Can take life force from a living thing to temporarily make themselves stronger within a 30ft radius.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
