Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Another broad grin followed for the ensuing shriek. He ceased the shower, shrugging his shoulders at her response, but not falling for the bait. If she intended to catch his whereabouts by instigating him to speak and jibe without machinations, the Valkyrie ought to have known him better than that. Silence was one of his natural gifts.The broadsword was laden down, and the staff picked next. Presuming she’d catch that one quickly too, he briefly side-stepped, quietly, efficiently, and over portions of wood in stealthy dispositions. “Yes,” came at first, closer to the windows, via his air mastery once more – and he had to withhold a threatening bout of laughter as she shoved the weapon backwards, exactly where he would’ve been standing moments before. “However…,” would be the only hint of something incoming.
The wood would move under her feet – earthen intonations taking over, rumbling through the timber, in undulations and waves, intending to make her position falter, stumble, and bumble around.
