[PQ] with all its might

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame This time they all did reasonably well, more or less. It was enough to have the windows opened, the cold rush of air wandering in over stone and wood, and meandering down the halls. The hole was finally repaired efficiently, with more than just a plank and hope, and the armory cleaned up. Nose still pinched, Deimos flickered the mastered Air proportions around with the gusts of wind, attempting to pick the foul odors out of the wake and out through the training grounds (there were much shouts from the recruits who were unfortunately in the crossfire). It probably wasn’t enough to remove the stench from the people, as much as he might’ve tried in some deliberate enchantments streamlined around them. Eventually though, still surveying everything with his keen eye and a somewhat bemused shake of his head, he surmised the end. “That should be enough for today.” He paused, trying not to laugh at the absurdity. “Thank you for your efforts.” -- The armory kinda stinks slightly less, and so do Sah and Amun. Time to wrap it up and call it a day! You can post a final post and I’ll fin it in a day or so. Thank you for all the help and laughs! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace