DEIMOS
Based on his experiences in construction and creation magic, Deimos had thought everything else would carry on without a hitch. He was proven wrong in a bizarre sense and semblance of not knowing where the hell his legs were – and not since he’d been a gangly teenager had he been quite so clumsy. His tool crashed to the floor, loud, obnoxious, and amplified – to the point where he simply stared at it in wonder, before snorting at Hotaru, her fortune about the same as his. "What a team." They'd scorched and invaded kingdoms, but couldn't fight back against inanimate objects. He picked the discarded tool up and shook his head, leaving the timber to be dealt with thereafter, and wandered back to her. “Of course.” Perhaps both of them would be able to accomplish one task together, and move on to the next – a stray scratch granted to Isuma, who apparently took pity on them both as she flew by.His hands went to the wood, intending to reach down and grasp it, tug it away from her, muscles at least capable of that.
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Deimos goes to lift the wood to help Hotaru.
You aren't afraid of throwing yourself
in the path of danger
but you're terrified of letting anyone in
