Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Gloating from the corners, his voice ricocheted from the ceiling, as if coiled and curled amidst the rafters. “I do not understand why so many say that,” by way of innocence and pretenses long since lost. Ceasing the earthen incantations, and crossing his arms with a feral, indifferent ease, he watched as she remained unharmed – bemused in his purposeful goading. Ru had likely known exactly what she was getting herself into by way of his assistance: not without his manner of devilish retribution. The crossbow came next, and the Sword rolled his eyes at the threat. Like he’d allow himself to be hit anyway.
“On the mark,” came along an announcement from the ceiling again. However, the shot of the crossbow segmented straight ahead, puncturing into the wood of the wall with an audible thunk. “Shame. Was not me.“ Now, how to irritate this time…
For both their sakes, and a bitter amount of memories, he didn’t relent into the brigade of fire. Instead, the beast instigated a barrage of wind, ensuring a sudden gale-like force surrounding the Valkyrie.
