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blistering thorns - Deimos - 05-17-2023

The morning’s experiments, after completing a round of paperwork, were a reward for all their recent labors. A trial by fire and trebuchets lent themselves handily towards the outskirts of the Citadel, where the endless snow beyond the walls were a perfected and flattened expanse of training exercises. By sunrise, the Sword had placed targets amidst the ivory; all of different sizes, shapes, enemies, and adversaries, either long since dead or exaggerated and fables. Tempting to destroy, regardless of their embellished features.

He stood amidst his warriors then, as they pulled levers and the arms flailed upwards, casting embers, flames, rocks, stones, and any manner of newfound armaments to cast aloft across the plain. Exuberant shouts were heard if they managed to hit – whoops for accuracy and precision, practice made gilded. Dismays amplified if they missed, amongst a hardy ribbing from their constituents. All the while, the Sword made quick notations of each implemented device, compelled into better maneuvers and motions for Halo’s protection.


RE: blistering thorns - Noah - 05-19-2023

When Deimos slipped out of his office, Noah noticed. While he had his own work to finish up before he could stumble out after the Sword, it didn't take him long to follow. He stood shoulder to shoulder with warriors and soldiers, friends he had grown up alongside and was thankful to still have, as the Warden set out their targets.

The Sentinel hung back for a little while and let those around him take their shots and their aims, filling their hearts with joy and their banks with skill. Though, Noah couldn't wait forever. Taking an arrow from his intricately designed and sinisterly crafted quiver, the hunter nocked and aimed. Noah couldn't resist but to unleash an arrow to set a target ablaze that strangely resembled the Hailstorm.


RE: blistering thorns - Deimos - 05-19-2023

Adjustments were made, trebuchets were launched, arrows were flung. Mistakes were made, and successes triumphed with whoops and cheers as fire ricocheted across targets, and the Sword smirked, content with the present. Though his brow arched as Noah’s familiar form remained amidst their crowd of warriors, still and watching, before casting his lot amongst them.

He watched as the armament flung into Neron’s features – a popular choice of effigy – blistering and smoldering until it was entirely doused in fire. Eventually another one of their hoard replaced it, permitting others to continue pummeling and decimating in fine order.

Only then did his long strides carry him over to the Sentinel. [say]“Noah,”[/say] careful to survey his compatriots and warriors as another round trickled through, eyes following the movements and motions of the trebuchets to ensure they were still in standard, working order. [say]“How are you?”[/say]


RE: blistering thorns - Noah - 05-20-2023

Noah grabbed another arrow from the quiver as his first one found its target, but the Sentinel of the North did not release the second. He watched instead as the flames engulfed the Neron target, remembering how he had wished that he would have been able to do such a thing to the Hailstorm in his life. The Sparkbird got the last word, though. Noah was okay with that.

As the Sword approached, Noah turned his shoulders towards him and offered a bright smile. [say]”Good.”[/say] Noah said, holding his bow and nocked arrow low at his hip. [say]”Followed you out to see what kind of fun—I mean training— you might be cooking up. Office was getting a little stuffy.”[/say] Which, he knew, Deimos would agree with. Still without the birth of his children, Noah and Cordelia were settled into a rhythm now. With the twins in her womb they assumed now, since they hadn’t come, that their guess on her due date were just too early.


RE: blistering thorns - Deimos - 05-20-2023

It was unfortunate, but very Neron-esque, to not permit either Noah or himself to massacre the Hailstorm. His fortune had prevailed for far longer than necessary, and eventually, dimmed, ran out, and plunged during his fight with the Sparkbird. Deimos preferred to imagine alternating scenarios of the former Ascended burning to a crisp, and often utilized his effigy as a target to do just that – with scores of others who seemed to yearn for the same thing.

The Sentinel’s response caused a broad smirk and an arch of his brow. [say]“I can imagine,”[/say] based on how little time Deimos spent in his; preferring paperwork with Evie elsewhere, and then immediately rampaging towards the barracks the moment it was finished. Beings like themselves could only handle so many missives, notes, letters, and pamphlets in a day, and he had never been an individual meant to be tied to a desk. [say]“Let me know if there is something in particular you want to work on.”[/say] He jutted his jawline towards the assembly of trebuchets. [say]“They are getting along well by themselves,”[/say] which meant some amount of free time to implement their own skirmishes.


RE: blistering thorns - Noah - 05-26-2023

Soldiers moved around Noah and set to keep their target practice going. The smoldering of Neron held his attention only long enough for Deimos to close the distance and to start conversing. [say]"You're the best leader they've had."[/say] He said, confident. There was no clause of in a long time or since *insert person here* -- because it was true in and of itself. It needed no ammendment. Deimos was the best leader the soldiers of Halo had ever had.

Noah turned towards the Warden, sucking his lips in slightly in thought. Deimos was a formidable warrior with many different skills mastered, and Noah took any opportunity he could to learn from his prowess as well as stretch his own muscles. Deciding, Noah [say]"I wouldn't mind some close range weapons training, if you're up for that."[/say] Noah said, slipping his quiver of arrows off his back and setting them down with his bow before taking his spear in his other hand. He had practiced last with Talyson, and while it had been a good spar, it wasn't the same challenge that Deimos could offer him.


RE: blistering thorns - Deimos - 05-26-2023

The compliment earned a look of surprise upon the Sword’s features – head raised, eyes widening and then blinking rapidly, as if he’d potentially misheard – and then a sheepish glance to the ground. [say]“Thank you,”[/say] he measured, instead of the habitual self-deprecating notions or placing a quick quip about how anyone must’ve been better, in the leagues and history of this world. [say]“For the good of Halo,”[/say] he afforded a grin in return, eventually, and a swift nod to assert the semblances.

Noah’s choice of close-range weaponry didn’t earn the same bewilderment, but Deimos would be glad for the venture regardless. He wasn’t as well versed with the spear as he was with a multitude of other weapons, having taken up the spear in only the past year or so, but he’d be content with practicing it. [say]“Sounds good,”[/say] and he snagged at the multitudes of weapons near his bag of holding, allowing his calloused palms to embrace the weight of it across his hand.

Backing away from the rush of soldiers implementing their own duties, aims, and catapults, he ensured they had an adequate amount of space for what was bound to occur, while still being able to keep an eye on them if things went awry. Jutting his jawline towards the Sentinel, he took on a battle stance, waiting for the first move. [say]“When you are ready.”[/say]


RE: blistering thorns - Noah - 06-02-2023

The practicing soldiers near them gave Noah some confidence. He was always willing to train and learn from Deimos, and for some reason letting the rest of Halo's protectors see that humility in him gave him a boost. Following to the spot where they would not bump into anyone else (hopefully), Noah readied himself.

With a lowered center of gravity and loose muscles, Noah struck. He stepped forward with his left leg, twisted his torso slightly, and aimed to whip the end of his spear up and smack it against Deimos' thigh.

Noah certainly was not going to activate the arc of fire that could come from the spear. No, not with the way Deimos could simply put it out or manipulate it to maul Noah with the raising of an eyebrow.


RE: blistering thorns - Deimos - 06-02-2023

A shame Noah knew Deimos would’ve been calculating the use of magic and incantations for his own control – the implications could’ve been dastardly and amusing.

Instead though, the Sword watched Noah’s stance, his movements, his motions. The warriors nearby were used to his skills and training, the way he maneuvered around them, used their abilities to counter-act, coincide, or predict. Too many years spent alongside brethren upon battlefields meant he’d long since been capable of adapting accordingly; and did so even now, with weaponry still not as well-worn and familiar as the blade.

He shifted as Noah’s spear intending to strike – a swift and sudden movement to the right, from a man of his size and bulk. Instantly, he reached out to strike towards the Sentinel’s lower leg, intentions to trip and stumble, fumble and foil.


RE: blistering thorns - Noah - 06-04-2023

Deimos was swift in his evasions, and even quicker in his counter attack. Noah needed to be quick, too, but his speed didn't quite hold a candle to the Resurrected Sword. Thus, while his own attack missed, Deimos' spear smacked against his shin. Even in the "warmth" (relative to the area) f Longheat, Noah was still covered in thick clothing. He was thankful for it, because without it the spear probably would have caused more damage, or even deeper bruising.

Sucking in a breath from the abrupt, smarting sting, Noah then thrust forward. He shoved both arms out, the length of his spear pushed out in an attempt to smack against Deimos' and make the Warden take a few steps back. One would even work for the hunter. He stepped forward, too, and pushed again.


RE: blistering thorns - Deimos - 06-05-2023

The Sword waited for the counteract; measures made by warlords, soldiers, hunters, and warriors alike. He didn’t pause for satisfaction in a singular hit, but persisted, continued moving, patiently stoking, watching, for the ongoing machinations of Noah’s impending motions.

But Deimos wasn’t swift enough this time to completely avoid the incoming melee; a shift to the right ensured no damage, but the tip of his spear hit against Noah’s, pushing it back with some impressive force. Smirking, he didn’t back away, but continued in the rallying alteration, intending to utilize the length of the weapon, and a new direction, to flick against the Sentinel’s spine.


RE: blistering thorns - Noah - 06-07-2023

The smacking and thwacking of wood against wood drew some attention of working soldiers. Noah heard their jeers and their taunts and even some of their encouragements over the sound of the wind and of his own thoughts. He couldn’t help but smirk.

Deimos shifted yet did not retreat backwards. Noah’s jaw feathered as he tried to follow his motion. He had barely a second to react as Deimos’ spear came for him. His reaction came without much thought, to be honest, as he tucked his own spear against his chest, dropped his center of gravity, and rolled out of the way of the Warden’s strike. He didn’t roll far from his friendly assailant, and stuck the blunt end of his spear out in a fast and sharp motion, aimed straight for Deimos’ left ankle.


RE: blistering thorns - Deimos - 06-07-2023

He could hear his soldiers – a familiar anthem whenever they started their round of skirmishes and melees. Had he not been involved in the active duel, he may have given them a look; but as such, his concentration wouldn’t fade or wane. Not when there were movements and actions to be had.

His brows raised as Noah opted to tuck and roll, even with the spear in hand, quick and fast. Shifting to the left, and intending to be out of range, Deimos almost laughed as the Sentinel ended up tapping on his ankle, striking against the heavily rimmed boot. Fair enough.

But while Noah was down, this would be a perfect opportunity to land another blow. In a swift rotation of his hands, for he’d been practicing with the deft range of spears, he intended to snake the armament around and swing the weapon towards the advisor’s shoulder.


RE: blistering thorns - Noah - 06-13-2023

Prone as he had made himself, Noah was unable to roll quickly enough out of the way of Deimos' counterstrike. He tried, but by the time he saw it coming there were few options. He didn't want to roll and risk getting struck the back (or, knowing Deimos and the nature of their relationship, on his backside).

The adjustment he was able to make was only to block what he could. He straightened his arms and thrust his spear out parallel to the ground and down somewhat. The shock of Deimos' own spear smacking against his sent the vibrations up Noah's arms. Electricity raced from his fingertips to his elbows and he felt it even in his gritted teeth. His glacier eyes flicked up towards Deimos momentarily as he thought quickly. Noah kicked upwards towards Deimos' knee -- to either strike, or make the taller man move.