The General had fought in dimness before, but there had always been some ambience, some twitching sparkle of light his eyes could grasp, could use, could frame a picture of landscape and opponent – with Richochet in the heart, bleeding its crimson force into their raw ichor, with the mare in the marsh, fueled by fire. The gloom was an overpowering curtain, a veil shading adversaries, cretins and infidels, but he would have lavished an image of the faltering Pegasus’s tumble into sand, dirt and dune. He would have yearned for an opportunity to gloat, to preen, to witness a gliding fortress forced to land and earth, and then to pummel her carcass deeper into the ground, to bury her in the archaic ruins of her home. But the Reaper was not rewarded or bestowed this gift, and all he’s granted within the dank shadows are the sounds of her plunge, the rolling resonance of her body. While the assault is successful, she captures the reign of shadow again, and he’s forced to listen for movement in the soft, unforgiving silt, coercing his plagued muscles to move, for the tightened limbs to remain aware, eager, ready for the incoming siege.
Ears captured motion amongst the loam towards his right, and he craved more information from the source, shifted his body towards the left and forward in hopes it prevented a huge tangle of the mare’s prowess upon his flesh and bones. The minor motion saved him shortly thereafter; a sudden onslaught of feathers shoved across his right side, managing to hit and smack his haunches instead of the already battered right shoulder. The Reaper clenched his jaw at the stinging ache, the shoulder hissing from his motions, the hind now smarting with a dull, muted contortion from the wing’s slap. Her teeth sank towards his right hind, the momentary alteration of direction had once more saved his spine from menace, dipped into the haunch, bruised, and inspired further outrage. The swish of her tail was a nuisance, stinging at his cuts, and for a moment he thought to capture it in his ivories, rip and pull, tear and sever, but another machination crawled into his devilish mindset.
He knew how to wind these aches and pains away from his frame, how to untangle the mess of his right side, how to glorify the moment of close proximity. Like an age-old tradition, he felt for the cold sentiments of his blood, the deadly enchantments savoring his wrath, his malice, his distortions and chaos. They answered with a chilling bravado, laced and layered their heinous contortions into his skin, into his touch, into the empire he waltzed upon – even her finely chiseled earth could betray her. Perhaps now he’d be able to see her writhe and wither, decay and falter, scream and screech as agony conquered her presence, as she became the vessel for his vexation, pique and animosity.
Deimos moved with absolute certainty, with abhorrent purpose, with brutalizing intentions. Vehemence turned with his body, cast the shining gleam of his sword as he twisted his neck, his rapier, towards her right haunches, longing to lacerate again, for the rush of blood and pain to cross over her form. The second assault was silent, an inaudible, unleashed torrent of his heresy. Invocations drove into the soil, into the sand, where their long fingers could reach and grab for her body, for her life, for her blood, for her breaths and heart, where they longed to cease the beating adornments of her entity, force her energy into his aching barbs.
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Deimos is using buffs SWIFT and BULK.
2/4 invasion duel system.
1/1 + 0/1 additional Basin Champ magic used. SWP applies.
Moving slightly forward and to the left, Deimos avoids the wing slap on his shoulder, and it ends up stinging his right haunches instead. Due to the earlier movement, her teeth miss his spine, but end up bruising the flesh of his right hind. Her tail hits at his face and serves as stinging nuisances.
In response, Deimos twists his neck to the right, hoping to pierce her right haunches. He also unleashes his death magic into the ground and allows it to coast towards Andromeda, hoping to steal some of her lifeforce for his own.]
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[O] Monster of the Multitude [Invasion]
