and the only solution was to stand and fight
Deimos gave a soft sigh after a nod of confirmation on the Abandoned’s success, because Marcus was swiftly learning things the Sword had acquired in youth as well. “Sometimes language does not follow patterns,” or they did, in some bizarre and twisted fraction.
Thumbing through the parchment, his head glanced up at the inquiry. “It would be much easier, but often we mesh things together from different languages. I am sure our Outlander additions did not make that simpler either.” He gave a smile to indicate some attempt at a joke and self-deprecation all in one measure, though his eyes widened as the lad stood on the chair, and he ended up offering his arm for him to step down before he ended up falling or faltering. “A decent idea, but it has its limitations.”
Thumbing through the parchment, his head glanced up at the inquiry. “It would be much easier, but often we mesh things together from different languages. I am sure our Outlander additions did not make that simpler either.” He gave a smile to indicate some attempt at a joke and self-deprecation all in one measure, though his eyes widened as the lad stood on the chair, and he ended up offering his arm for him to step down before he ended up falling or faltering. “A decent idea, but it has its limitations.”
DEIMOS
