The Sentinels i send my scourge, i send my sword

PP of deirdre w/ permission

tachyon heard the drum of devastation well before his eyes witnessed it; with patters these insects fell from the sky and seized the sun, black gouts that roared and deafened and blinded. lasher's call barely pierced the thundering drone, but tachyon had already bade towards where he knew deirdre would be; her small and coveted garden.

like some hellish guardian he sprung forth from the swarm, a pale streak of flashing teeth and snarls. lucani, a wolf he did not know nor recognize, had flanked deirdre -- with a whirl of bared teeth he turned upon the wolf and seized deirdre, his gaze imbued with challenge should lucani dare come any closer. with a grunt he heaved deirdre upright and shouldered aria gently, plowing through the swarm towards cover.