DEIMOS
Granting Noah’s request for a small fire, the Sword created a set of flames to remain and settle amidst the snow for a while; at least until they moved on to other portions. From there, he set about snagging at a smaller trebuchet, and placed the small stone within. Configuring at the handle and setting it off, the machine, despite having being layered in snow, fired quite well – lobbing the rock a fair distance away – much to Deimos’ amusement, if the boyish grin thereafter could be read and seen. He set this one aside, intending to place it up along the wall once they were finished. From there, he surveyed the others’ attempts.Noah was correct in his presumption of the ballista – stuck and held fast – likely by ice, the weaponry didn’t budge after being loaded, and certainly not when fired. “Check to see if any part is frozen,” the Warden advised, brows furrowing, expecting this outcome regardless.
And even though Alys had asked for assistance, the worker and Abandoned would find similar issues with their chosen armament – the weapon clogged either by snow, or needing something new entirely. Leaving Noah, who had far more experience in weaponry, to his own devices, Deimos took his long strides carefully over to the duo to assist in inspecting the issue. “Try pulling it here,” he advised, pointing at a wooden piece that, if he surmised accurately, would need to be replaced.
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Deimos’ trebuchet works fine!
Noah’s ballista has something wrong – is it clogged? Frozen?
Alys’s trebuchet isn’t working well either – inspect some parts!
No post order!
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
