Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
A shadow he might have been, but the Sword didn’t appear necessary in this vital moment. With some innate fondness for Sah’s abilities, the thunderbird watched on as the power swept through snow and barriers, a surge of piercing proponents clashing with the young, wounded ursur.And though it might have lingered on for those moments, the juvenile stumbled, careened, with the latest blow. The assault into its heart mattered for only a space of seconds, before it crashed into the ground, sides giving one last heave, and then becoming completely still.
A quick and efficient hunt, which showed prowess and progress on the Abandoned’s part, and some obvious foolishness on the deceased bear’s.
Deimos descended, shifting back into his human form with the peryton trailing alongside. “Well done,” he noted with a quirk of his brow and a slight smile. “Do you want to load it up and bring it back, or cut it here?” Gesturing to the sled, and perhaps the other bear too – no sense in leaving another behind.
