DEIMOS
His victory was a hard-fought battle, and he wouldn’t be afraid to admit it. Wounded and burnt, he trudged his way back along the sands, fully intending to wind his way through to the infirmary tent, had he not heard his wife’s excited shouting. The Sword grinned, head lowered, before eventually winding his way back to Evie and Erebos, where a little crowd had formed again, and he sank along the sand next to her. “Thank you,” he murmured quietly, aware of the onslaught covered and contorted over his frame, and figuring he could take a moment to breathe before mending again.
But then there were other commotions, and he glanced towards Hotaru, a silent pledge to talk later, Ronin appearing and reappearing to help another down, and Remi near too. He didn’t hear much, his eyes rendering along to Sah as well, the segments of the designated tournament seemingly unraveling.
But then there were other commotions, and he glanced towards Hotaru, a silent pledge to talk later, Ronin appearing and reappearing to help another down, and Remi near too. He didn’t hear much, his eyes rendering along to Sah as well, the segments of the designated tournament seemingly unraveling.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
