[PQ] with all its might

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Well – that could’ve gone better. The chaos and yelling that ensued from the armory was enough for Deimos to sigh, furrow his brow, and meander forward; though due to the bizarre bedlam shaping up inside, he stood outside the door. “What is going on?” Because one would think sorting and sifting through armaments to be a bit of a lackluster event. Anybody else inside the confines…oof. Amun, ahem, “Tom”, failed to deter the skunk as he hurled the piece of armor. It crashed against the wall, and the creature hissed and growled, unbothered and quite frankly, further rankled and perturbed by the notions of being assaulted. Sah’s efforts with his incantations weren’t off the mark, the spitting, obnoxious cretin winding away along the air, except – It meant the fake Tom was in perfect range to be sprayed. What followed thereafter was the noxious, pungent odor all over the Ascended, and those who happened to be nearby. Sah got some brunt of it, and Talyson, who’d wandered in, would only be on the fringes – likely enough to scamper out of range. Surely, there were better ways to get rid of the heathen? -- Classically awful dice rolls. Amun and Sah have been sprayed by a skunk, and the creature is still there – spiraling around on Sah’s magic! No post order! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace