Deimos
A huff of amusement followed on her response – recollection of days where the Greatwood had craved a guardian. Nowadays it simply withered into monstrous shapes and void enhanced dirges, gone to the Fae and Starfall reaches specifically; and he hadn’t any intention of remaining within while they determined who stayed victorious. Coating his toast with butter, and finally joining her at the table, he snagged at a piece of the dried bread before continuing. “I meant to watch, if you did not feel like competing.” He hadn’t made up the details or jurisdiction, that had come from Remi, but there’d been scores of younger demigods and others to make the rest of the lineup.
She could stare at him all she wanted; he merely arched his brow in return. The Sword had always been more of the self-deprecating type, more prone to underestimating his abilities when compared to demis and godlike beacons, rather than presuming himself far more capable. It had been instilled within since his childhood years – for one never knew their opponents entirely. He’d prefer the risk of speculating Ronin, Remi, Sunjata, and others alike, contained infinite prowess. He’d been amidst their power and prestige for a while – during relic hunts and wars. “Essentially.” Taking a slab of bacon, he munched on that too, gaze flickering elsewhere, quiet and considering. Altering the subject, because he could feel some fickle melancholy brewing, he shrugged. “It will be nice to see what the others can do too.” Ru, with her new powers, Seren upon her return, Noah, despite his flair for overbearing tactics lately…squaring off to counter and strike.
She could stare at him all she wanted; he merely arched his brow in return. The Sword had always been more of the self-deprecating type, more prone to underestimating his abilities when compared to demis and godlike beacons, rather than presuming himself far more capable. It had been instilled within since his childhood years – for one never knew their opponents entirely. He’d prefer the risk of speculating Ronin, Remi, Sunjata, and others alike, contained infinite prowess. He’d been amidst their power and prestige for a while – during relic hunts and wars. “Essentially.” Taking a slab of bacon, he munched on that too, gaze flickering elsewhere, quiet and considering. Altering the subject, because he could feel some fickle melancholy brewing, he shrugged. “It will be nice to see what the others can do too.” Ru, with her new powers, Seren upon her return, Noah, despite his flair for overbearing tactics lately…squaring off to counter and strike.
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
