I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The Sword tended to do much the same in strategy – honed from times of rampant bloodshed, peril, and war. But where this wasn’t the main focus, he wasn’t so streamlined towards menace or routine parameters – these were testing motions and movements, analyzing pitfalls and tactics amidst incantations. They’d be able to find weaknesses and flaws in enchantments or fortune, as it were.
So he watched as the quaking earth didn’t cause as much of a fumble or stumble as he would’ve liked; pondering if it was his depths of potency, the gloves, or a mixture of properties. He didn’t give much to the sharp laugh, though he didn’t expect it either, arching a brow as the fire was driven towards him –
Which of course, he amplified with a quiet, almost unnoticeable smirk, snagging and taking hold of the Mastered domains of the flames as though he too were born to it – and cast it back in return; a volley of infernal elements.
So he watched as the quaking earth didn’t cause as much of a fumble or stumble as he would’ve liked; pondering if it was his depths of potency, the gloves, or a mixture of properties. He didn’t give much to the sharp laugh, though he didn’t expect it either, arching a brow as the fire was driven towards him –
Which of course, he amplified with a quiet, almost unnoticeable smirk, snagging and taking hold of the Mastered domains of the flames as though he too were born to it – and cast it back in return; a volley of infernal elements.
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