Deimos
Deimos had presumed, given the vague and bizarre set of circumstances surrounding Morgan’s death, that the Hailstorm had essentially disappeared. Possibly to the Grounds. Anywhere else that wasn’t Halo, given how they hadn’t seen him. The potential for his invisibility machinations hadn’t been lost on the Sword, but with hardly any trials or tribulations cropping up since their return, the calculations had been set on Neron essentially fleeing the mountains.
But lo and behold, look what the ice dragged in.
He saw him as he led one portion of their routine patrol around the Citadel, the soldiers behind his form either tensing or exclaiming as they pointed at the strange image of the man reappearing amidst their world – and all the potential meaning behind it. With furrowed brows, Deimos stepped forward from the guards and warriors alike, arching only a singular one on a mix of curiosity and disbelief – really, the sheer gall - of the individual before them.
Standing about a yard away, tall and unyielding, the monolith gave a brief examination; shredded clothes, distorted marks, injuries galore, seemingly exhausted. “Why are you here?” rumbled, pondering over an explanation before there was to be any other reaction. After all, the last time they’d met, Neron had been striving to help capture him, and Deimos had set him ablaze.
But lo and behold, look what the ice dragged in.
He saw him as he led one portion of their routine patrol around the Citadel, the soldiers behind his form either tensing or exclaiming as they pointed at the strange image of the man reappearing amidst their world – and all the potential meaning behind it. With furrowed brows, Deimos stepped forward from the guards and warriors alike, arching only a singular one on a mix of curiosity and disbelief – really, the sheer gall - of the individual before them.
Standing about a yard away, tall and unyielding, the monolith gave a brief examination; shredded clothes, distorted marks, injuries galore, seemingly exhausted. “Why are you here?” rumbled, pondering over an explanation before there was to be any other reaction. After all, the last time they’d met, Neron had been striving to help capture him, and Deimos had set him ablaze.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
