DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Those suggestions and assurances seemed to spark something - though the Sword’s visions were likely different from Talyson’s. “Perhaps you can sketch something out,” he noted in another distinct rumble and tilt of his head, so they could all see what they were working with.
While his attention would’ve been on other schemes and mechanics, the ensuing scolds had his head whipping back around towards the courier and the others milling about the catapult – eyes narrowed, instantly suspicious. His answer came in a quick flash of movement from the peryton situated within the basket – clearly seeing his opportunity to reach with fangs towards the incoming dragon.
It might’ve been the opportunity the carnivorous deer had been hoping for, but Deimos was having none of it. “Belial,” was the only warning the companion would receive before he was blasted clean out of the sling by Mastered Air enchantments, scattered amidst the sky above the engineering warriors. A very long hoot of disappointment followed.
While his attention would’ve been on other schemes and mechanics, the ensuing scolds had his head whipping back around towards the courier and the others milling about the catapult – eyes narrowed, instantly suspicious. His answer came in a quick flash of movement from the peryton situated within the basket – clearly seeing his opportunity to reach with fangs towards the incoming dragon.
It might’ve been the opportunity the carnivorous deer had been hoping for, but Deimos was having none of it. “Belial,” was the only warning the companion would receive before he was blasted clean out of the sling by Mastered Air enchantments, scattered amidst the sky above the engineering warriors. A very long hoot of disappointment followed.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
