On the Edge of Something

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Conversations immediately gave way to potential scuffles, and though Deimos would readily admit to not anticipating any of this when he explored the ancient, stony void, he’d have to say in the long run, he appreciated it. Experience was a tried-and-true machination – and having been in multitudes of wars and battles, simple distractions weren’t going to deter the Warden for long. A snort rumbled through his chest as Ronin advanced; a quick dodge to the left ensured the demigod’s attempts would land on air rather than flesh or pants. Movements orchestrated by Zavien, though, foiled any yearning rush to grapple back with Ronin, as his focus had to hone in on catching the widened swing. With silent promises of predilection later, his blade snagged at the Stormbreaker’s motions, striving to utilize momentum and force to swing back, and potentially knock the blade out of the man’s hand. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace