DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
He quirked a brow at the ‘bat’ display, but where it was effective, and he watch Sunjata’s massive nose go flinging off into the rest of the sanction, he could let it go. With a shake of his head, he diminished the rest of the target into pieces of flame – until they were embers, then ash, then nothing at all. The question made him swing his head back to the youth though, and he remained pragmatic to a fault. “Depends on your situation and what you are fighting.” Going on a hunt and coming across ursur? Dragons? Better off evading, a majority of the time. Ascended who came into attack innocent people? “Can you take them all out?” And then another pause, to signify some value behind battles, skirmishes, and the likelihood of upcoming storms. “Is it worth it?”
Glancing down to ensure he’d snagged all the bits and pieces of the once-effigy were diminished and gone, he nodded his head, ensuring the courier could put away his axe. He’d earned his rest. “That should be enough for today.” And perhaps a hint that he could let the companions in.
Glancing down to ensure he’d snagged all the bits and pieces of the once-effigy were diminished and gone, he nodded his head, ensuring the courier could put away his axe. He’d earned his rest. “That should be enough for today.” And perhaps a hint that he could let the companions in.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
