Sah
Sah shook his head before letting out a sigh. "I haven't, I didn't want to pry." He admitted before adding, "I've just been helping when I could. Finding unowned socks for Cinthia, bringing orphaned ningos to Mr. Jozax, etc." Sometimes it was better to act then to discuss in his opinion. Unless their actions looked like they might harm themselves or others, Sah chose to let Halo's citizens keep their secrets should they wish. But if they ever needed an ear, he was there.
Sah eyed Deimos sadly, "I know. But you'll be home soon if I get my way." He wouldn't speak on it now, but a few possible plans had been growing within the Abandoned's mind.
The cries of the crows stopped Deimos from prying but Sah couldn't help the exasperated sigh from escaping. "Really?" He asked the Sword before glancing at the incoming birds. He didn't want to murder an entire flock so he chose a different route. There was a slight rumble above them and a burst of lighting shot from the sky, striking next to the Abandoned and then coating his skin in electrified armor.
The birds that still approached were dealt with swiftly. Flicking his wrist, Sah used his telekinesis to push them back forcefully. "Fuck off." He growled lowly, the sound nearly inhuman. That was two strikes. Any other birds that tried would be fully electrified.
Sah eyed Deimos sadly, "I know. But you'll be home soon if I get my way." He wouldn't speak on it now, but a few possible plans had been growing within the Abandoned's mind.
The cries of the crows stopped Deimos from prying but Sah couldn't help the exasperated sigh from escaping. "Really?" He asked the Sword before glancing at the incoming birds. He didn't want to murder an entire flock so he chose a different route. There was a slight rumble above them and a burst of lighting shot from the sky, striking next to the Abandoned and then coating his skin in electrified armor.
The birds that still approached were dealt with swiftly. Flicking his wrist, Sah used his telekinesis to push them back forcefully. "Fuck off." He growled lowly, the sound nearly inhuman. That was two strikes. Any other birds that tried would be fully electrified.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
