Deimos
Deimos always relied heavily on his bouts of control; he had no use for decimating others who weren’t as strong as him, unless it was an enemy. Zavien was no such thing – just another portion of a duel and skirmish. He’d much rather have people willing, open, and comfortable to practicing their defensive maneuvers and techniques, rather than leaving in fear of being properly destroyed. There’d be no point to it other than ensuring his own ego was content and satisfied, and he’d never been one of those cretins anyway. Confidence was not amongst his flaws.
Listening to Zavien’s choice, he nodded, and moved to regain his former stance. “When you are ready.” From there, they could alter approaches, methods, and facets; improving upon other means and measures to ensure further success.
[FIN]
Listening to Zavien’s choice, he nodded, and moved to regain his former stance. “When you are ready.” From there, they could alter approaches, methods, and facets; improving upon other means and measures to ensure further success.
[FIN]
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts







