Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Indifferent to whether or not inspiration had struck a chord, the beast shook his head with only a minatory smirk accompanying, too busy watching the ample amounts of coordinated destruction. Amplified elements had only been a mere portion of his ideas, and to watch them unfurl in rapid succession upon the unfortunate effigies (witnessing mini Sunjatas burn had a certain ring to it) was a satisfying blend of further intrigue and demolition. “Good,” was what he surmised in the end. “While these were obviously still opponents, its rewarding to see what they could become.” If anyone would dare – besides local wildlife or the hoards of dragons lingering nearby.As for Sah’s own intentions, Deimos’ brow drew into an arch again. Leaving the figures to smoke and ash and for several warriors to look onward in rapt bewilderment or unbothered quips (they’d seen the Warden leave enough damage in their wakes before), he gave a silent accord and agreement.
And from there, gathered the collective of earth from within – stone, wood, rock, soil, combining and collecting into a lengthy and broad shield.
