Deimos
A refusal had almost been on his teeth; much easier to negate any extra time spent amidst Stormbreak when there were hundreds of other duties and responsibilities firmly ensconced across his shoulders. But how many times had he been told to also embrace moments in time – not ones filled by burdens and roles? He knew the answer already – it’d been a rare occasion at best lately that he’d taken any instance, save for one or two days at the most throughout an entire season – to simply commit to something other than hunting, tracking, patrolling, gaining information, discussing Starfall –
And he liked fighting; armaments or not.
Trying to let all those apprehensions and trepidations peel away for one moment more, he created another wooden sword in the palm of his hand, similar to the practice blade from before. He had no intentions of piercing through Zavien. It’d be much in the same way as his fellow compatriots in the Halo barracks. Though the inquiry made his brow arch, and a smile curl in the corners of his mouth. “I train with many weapons,” and when he’d become one on his own – well. “Did you want instruction or simple practice?” He could easily do both.
And he liked fighting; armaments or not.
Trying to let all those apprehensions and trepidations peel away for one moment more, he created another wooden sword in the palm of his hand, similar to the practice blade from before. He had no intentions of piercing through Zavien. It’d be much in the same way as his fellow compatriots in the Halo barracks. Though the inquiry made his brow arch, and a smile curl in the corners of his mouth. “I train with many weapons,” and when he’d become one on his own – well. “Did you want instruction or simple practice?” He could easily do both.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
