On the Edge of Something

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The invitation to the barracks had been meant for both, so he nodded, agreed with the sentiments. “Yes. We have a climbing wall too.” In case either of them didn’t want to punch one another or targets all day. But thereafter, he’d have to acquiesce to their judgement and knowledge of the current world – for Stormbreak was vast, and while his curiosity was too, the sentiments of picking a wrong choice in eating venues seemed diabolical. Snorting at Zavien’s pragmatics and wishing for more of the Sword’s pretenses – he rounded his gaze back to Ronin. “Fine by me.” He grabbed hold of his bag as well, hefting it along his shoulder, and placing the training blade within, figuring he’d add it to the growing collection in the armory when he ended up back home, before waiting for the Supernova to lead the charge. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace