whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Loren felt the now annoyingly familiar sensation of his energy being sapped by Deimos' life drain—it seemed like every single limb was dying, and it was getting harder and harder to think—the summoner let out a growl. He could heal the damage, of course, but a soft blue glow wouldn't be much of a show.So instead, he gathered together all the steam, along with a whole lot more water that he pulled from the surroundings and created, and sent it all coursing towards the General. Then the Launceleyn froze it, trying to incase the other man in a block of ice, or at least catch some part of Deimos in it.
what goes, let go
LOREN
