Deimos
The Sword shrugged his shoulders as the massive one retreated – his movements and incantations had completed what he’d set out to accomplish. There likely wouldn’t be any need of snagging and dragging her carcass back to Halo anyway, unless someone wanted some lial armor. A notion set aside for later opportunities, and then his eyes caught on Talyson’s achievements.
He managed for the most part, though the process was a bit slower than Deimos would’ve preferred. A lot more suffering on both ends – but perhaps progress would be sped up with more training and precision. Snorting as the courier looked around for him, and half-tempted to just stay under the magical fabric because it amused him, the General behaved himself and removed the Invisibility Cloak. Tucking it under his arm, he and Zuriel reappeared back into the fold, and made quick order of placing the scale and mantle back into his satchel. “Good work. You all right?” came as he turned his head over his shoulder, arching his brow.
He managed for the most part, though the process was a bit slower than Deimos would’ve preferred. A lot more suffering on both ends – but perhaps progress would be sped up with more training and precision. Snorting as the courier looked around for him, and half-tempted to just stay under the magical fabric because it amused him, the General behaved himself and removed the Invisibility Cloak. Tucking it under his arm, he and Zuriel reappeared back into the fold, and made quick order of placing the scale and mantle back into his satchel. “Good work. You all right?” came as he turned his head over his shoulder, arching his brow.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
