Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
The excitement seemed to escalate – an initial start as the rest of Halo quickly understood what was afoot. He arched a brow as Sah went careening by, offering a slight nod and a “You are welcome,” before the hunter was gone, tending to his chosen barracks. Evie’s appearance, and sudden betrayal, should’ve been known from the start, but he gave a mocking snort as she wandered closer towards Sah. And though he couldn’t hear the discussion, he could certainly suspect.
Two could play at that game.
Giving a pretense of this treacherous divulgence with a loud snort, the Sword marched over to a rise of snow to contort and fragment into a proper fortification. Granting it a larger, wider expanse, to hide his towering, monolithic frame, and add proper defenses, he cloaked and garbed it in ice, with essential barbs of barricades poking out from the sides, ducking down long enough behind it to start forming snowballs of varying sizes.
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Deimos takes this sudden and inevitable betrayal and fortifies his own and begins making snowballs.
