Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
The warriors of Halo were often familiar with Deimos, and any others, displays of raw power throughout the barracks. It was why he’d built it the way he had: with outlets for the dominion and potential, for the prowess and growth of not only incantations, but strength, technique, and maneuvers. He could hear some mulling and musing about, but his concentration laid on the unfurling blade, the lightning streamlining through it, and how to best counter the upheaval.He packed more earth and grounding proportions behind the initial shield, permitting it to be an overbearing bounty of dirt, sod, and stone – so when the sword came for its components, it was ready for an onslaught. But power was a concentrated effort, and Sah had three behind his sentiments – so the armament slid through, slightly, erupting several portions and ricocheting fractures of the shield. Deimos smiled through the efforts, amused. “Good planning.” Which wasn’t often said to Sah – so he’d allow the praise when it was deserving. “Did you need anything else?”
