Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Deimos had faced down legions of wars and incriminating crusades, bled his way across battlefields with merely grimaces and growls, and slain enemy after enemy. An all-out barrage of snowballs was nothing by comparison, even if is family and friends deemed themselves worthy opponents.Noah’s sudden appearance wasn’t surprising, given how often he’d seen him use such teleportation magic in the past, causing the depths of a smirk to spring along his features. Even as he was pelted in the back, the Sword utilized the components and elements, restructuring them by way of water and earth, before sending them rallying back towards the polar bear.
Sah’s were easier to manage, and he ducked down behind the fort, listening as they crashed in a steady crescendo, another round of dominion and laughter working its way through his lungs. Instead of rounding more ammunition back towards the pair, he presided in a wave of air incantations, striving to whip up a wave of snow and ice to clamber and distract.
With relished timing, because the ground beneath him shook under Evie’s potential, and he snorted, ceasing it altogether; though not before a minaret toppled, absorbing the blows.
The Valkyrie’s arrival only made his snicker more merciless and unrelenting; for Deimos wouldn’t deny Ru of her ruthlessness and power. Echoes and shades of the past whittled their way into the path of their bones, and he wholly accepted the bout of dominion and brutality. By all means.
