Deimos
The responding grin, Cheshire, boyish, and dimpled, clearly indicated he hadn’t intended a fair race, fight, skirmish, or anything otherwise. “Thought you would like a challenge.” A spurning provocation, or a goading, inciting tenacity, was usually up the Sword’s repertoire of irritations and bag of tricks, with multitudes resting alongside. To be fair and certain though, he knew she was working hard on persevering through more incantations – raising her endurance and fortitude could coincide, and match the mechanisms, until she reached her next stage of magic.
Thoroughly amused, he gazed out over the wake, intending to spot a decent landmark. A large boulder rested, likely for eternities, some hundred yards or so away; enough for a warm-up on his part, and certainly some derision on hers. He pointed to it, and asked Belial to settle, land, upon its sanction. The peryton applied his efforts with only a subtle pout, promising more hunts of rabbits in the close future. “There, to that rock,” and he nodded. Then he offered her an opportunity for a more level playing field – but to be certain, Deimos had enough machinations to overrule likely a majority. “Do you want any ground rules?”
Thoroughly amused, he gazed out over the wake, intending to spot a decent landmark. A large boulder rested, likely for eternities, some hundred yards or so away; enough for a warm-up on his part, and certainly some derision on hers. He pointed to it, and asked Belial to settle, land, upon its sanction. The peryton applied his efforts with only a subtle pout, promising more hunts of rabbits in the close future. “There, to that rock,” and he nodded. Then he offered her an opportunity for a more level playing field – but to be certain, Deimos had enough machinations to overrule likely a majority. “Do you want any ground rules?”
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
