DEIMOS
Shrugging his shoulders, he nodded. “Sure. This one is for home though,” lifting the can of paint, just in time for his eyes to dart upward, predacious and instinctive, towards the rattling of ice. A long, feral sigh floated through his chest, for most in Halo were accustomed to the elementals and their games; and as another shard flew towards Sentinel and Sword, the latter simply conformed to the water Mastery in his own accord, flicking it back with no harm done.
Gazing over, it seemed Noah had been in a similar predicament, though the outcome persisted in a hiss, rather than a volley. As the familiar stag conjured through their wake, and the monstrous cretins dispersed, Deimos saw no need to give them chase. By the time they’d manage to round the corner, the beasts would be long gone. Instead, his brow arched, attention on the demigod. “You all right?”
Gazing over, it seemed Noah had been in a similar predicament, though the outcome persisted in a hiss, rather than a volley. As the familiar stag conjured through their wake, and the monstrous cretins dispersed, Deimos saw no need to give them chase. By the time they’d manage to round the corner, the beasts would be long gone. Instead, his brow arched, attention on the demigod. “You all right?”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
