Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
Minor tempests aside, the General watched through the haze of shards and upheaval, Attuned senses straining to catch and snare at actions amidst the distractions and deterrents. Tal’s movements represented an interesting litany, if slightly nonsensical motions to be addressed in a later training, but with the plunging depths and the high-pitch of pain, the end results were clear.
Even if Tal was busy clinging onto the spear.
In another time, amidst broken targets and decimated effigies, it’d been funny, amusing. Out here in the tundra, where anything and everything could involve a threat? Danger? Deimos didn’t laugh.
Instead, he launched another barrage of icy blades, intending to ensure the ursur’s misery was over, done, and no other incoming sieges would slip from death throngs and thralls.
Even if Tal was busy clinging onto the spear.
In another time, amidst broken targets and decimated effigies, it’d been funny, amusing. Out here in the tundra, where anything and everything could involve a threat? Danger? Deimos didn’t laugh.
Instead, he launched another barrage of icy blades, intending to ensure the ursur’s misery was over, done, and no other incoming sieges would slip from death throngs and thralls.
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
