[PQ] with all its might

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Ah, the armory duo. Sometimes it went well. Sometimes it went poorly. Sometimes it was volleyed in between. Sorting and shelving wise, everything was fine. Armor was stacked. Weapons were hung with care - A wild, irritated skunk rampaged through the ramshackle wooden plank… Oh – had that been the cause of the hole before? Huh. Maybe that pile of chainmail had been its former home, all nestled and cozy and left alone because the recruits were too lazy. Maybe it wanted vengeance. It immediately tore for Sah this time though, hissing, and of course…turning around, very quickly – one would hope a good plan was going to come to fruition soon… On the other side of the grounds, amidst training forays and repair work on the climbing wall, the success was far more measured and noticeable. While Talyson and the soldiers waited with nails and hammers, Deimos utilized his earthen incantations, taking hold of the sunken in proportions, and pulling them outwards. There were some portions clearly caved in from either well-executed kicks, as individuals scrambled up the sides, or merely time. Restoring it with the same enamel and lacquering conditions as the footholds, the General took a step back, and permitted the rest to do their part. Before long, the slants and boards were pieced together again. “Good work, everyone.” To the soldiers, he gave a nod, assuring them their duties for those moments were done, and they could continue onward with other notations on their schedule. Putting materials away though, his brows furrowed slightly, then eyes pinpointed in the direction of the armory. “I have not heard from the other two in a while.” -- The shelving and sorting was going so well too! Turns out the hole was created by a wild skunk, and its not happy about losing its home – breaking the plank with the power of pettiness! Now what? Deimos and Talyson had finished up their tasks. Maybe they could help out the armory pair? No post order! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace