[PQ] special shade of red

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The frustration contorted its way through the Sword’s mind as Noah ignored his requests, watching as the attacks and assaults were ultimately rendered pointless and nothing – the shot missed, going wide over the buck and landing poignantly into the snow. Eira’s assail mattered little either, talons scraping along hide and hair, and they’d be left to Deimos and Alys’s efforts in calming the herd. Which went much smoother; between Attuned adornments and dome obscuring, most of the herd, or those out of sight of the demigod’s recent siege, began to slow, whittling away until exhausted limbs stayed amidst the brief reign of terror in their eyes. Deimos gave a silent nod of gratitude towards Alys, permitting a long sigh before quietly extending out the measures of his Mastered Life Drain towards the closest cluster of deer. Perhaps, now, this could go much smoother and easier. -- Noah and Eira miss, and Alys and Deimos have calmed down the herd. Now’s your chance! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace