I carried my own ashes to the mountains
It’d been a long, long time since Deimos had been flung around like a ragdoll. He’d built up his prowess, might, and menace to a certain extent to nearly guarantee success for himself, and those around him. Perhaps not since first entering Caido on weakling, fumbling edges and boundaries had he been assailed so rapidly.
And with a grit to his teeth he landed along his side; bruising compunctions immediately rendering through his mind. Nothing broken, and nothing that wouldn’t warrant mild mending upon his return – naught to fuss over. Tal was safe. Noah was…down but not out either. Just the fact that the god damned creature had done it was enough.
So, righting himself back into monolithic prestige, he unfurled the snagging, biting, contorting, contemptuous ease from his soul – life drain snagging towards the Frost Giant with all the mustered frustration and acrimony stored along his bones.
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Deimos uses his Mastered Life Drain on the giant.
And with a grit to his teeth he landed along his side; bruising compunctions immediately rendering through his mind. Nothing broken, and nothing that wouldn’t warrant mild mending upon his return – naught to fuss over. Tal was safe. Noah was…down but not out either. Just the fact that the god damned creature had done it was enough.
So, righting himself back into monolithic prestige, he unfurled the snagging, biting, contorting, contemptuous ease from his soul – life drain snagging towards the Frost Giant with all the mustered frustration and acrimony stored along his bones.
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Deimos uses his Mastered Life Drain on the giant.
DEIMOS
