cover you when the sky comes crashing in
The stupefying pause was a bewildering motion, enough so that Deimos ceased the motions of the sled to simply stare straight ahead in utter disbelief. Only thereafter did he maintain the mask, pinpointing his gaze back upon the Dragoon. Never – even in his most immature, infantile, and juvenile days of fledgling armies and training – would the Sword had ever presumed to do what Koa had – unless it was an invasion. And while maybe it had been a good idea and arrived from stalwart hearts, it hadn’t hailed those particular results, due to some clear issues with basic maneuvers.
His eyes narrowed again, a dangerous ease in their piercing haze. “They all believed it would be wise to send militia from another land into other regions? Without permission, information, or letters?” Had the rest of the world gone soft in the aftermath of war? He was shocked by the mention of Ronin, but Sunjata’s involvement only vaguely surprised him – and since it fell right into idiotic motions and notions the Flood so readily adhered to, it made sense moments thereafter.
At the suggestion of moving headquarters, the Warden snorted – plumes of air rising into the forefront, making him look far more predacious in the icy landscape. “It will always be problematic if you are stepping over territorial boundaries, or getting into matters that have nothing to do with you. You should have sought approval first from each ruler.” Before all of this – because Halo didn’t need, nor want, the Dragoons. He couldn’t fathom Torchline with open hands towards the notions. As for the Hollowed Grounds, the Greatwood, or Sunjata’s projects, that was solely up to them. "Halo will continue to use its own soldiers," he offered on one last low warning, before continuing onward, machinations already stirring.
[FIN]
His eyes narrowed again, a dangerous ease in their piercing haze. “They all believed it would be wise to send militia from another land into other regions? Without permission, information, or letters?” Had the rest of the world gone soft in the aftermath of war? He was shocked by the mention of Ronin, but Sunjata’s involvement only vaguely surprised him – and since it fell right into idiotic motions and notions the Flood so readily adhered to, it made sense moments thereafter.
At the suggestion of moving headquarters, the Warden snorted – plumes of air rising into the forefront, making him look far more predacious in the icy landscape. “It will always be problematic if you are stepping over territorial boundaries, or getting into matters that have nothing to do with you. You should have sought approval first from each ruler.” Before all of this – because Halo didn’t need, nor want, the Dragoons. He couldn’t fathom Torchline with open hands towards the notions. As for the Hollowed Grounds, the Greatwood, or Sunjata’s projects, that was solely up to them. "Halo will continue to use its own soldiers," he offered on one last low warning, before continuing onward, machinations already stirring.
[FIN]
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