DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
He paused, narrowing his eyes at the onion, before implementing measures to ensure any of its proponents for making eyes water unfurls away from him in manners of Air; a simultaneous but necessary plunge for both string and cooking. While the mastered elements ensured distractions and provided deterrents, he listened to Evie’s semblances, cutting through the bulb and tossing its coils within the bowl. “It is a possibility. Could give some of the soldiers another task,” which fostered and incited another wry grin; as if there were several who could adhere to the task, out of spite.
The Sword would admit his base knowledge about the Ancients essentially started and ended with Kiada, and what little information he picked up along the way suggested the Old Gods were unbothered by them. There’d been Edmund, working on his own quest with something for healing, Dantalion caught and snared…an assortment of characters. “Or the Climb?” It certainly provided the heat, and they might have enough game lodged within.
The Sword would admit his base knowledge about the Ancients essentially started and ended with Kiada, and what little information he picked up along the way suggested the Old Gods were unbothered by them. There’d been Edmund, working on his own quest with something for healing, Dantalion caught and snared…an assortment of characters. “Or the Climb?” It certainly provided the heat, and they might have enough game lodged within.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
