Deimos
Tinkering with one of the gears, and testing to see if the lever immediately began to pull instead of stutter and stop, the yell drifted over his senses. Flicking his head back up and nodding to the young soldier, his brow arched and gaze straightened upon a dousing of red hair – someone recognized from previous exercises across the Tundra.
Slightly amused, he straightened from his crouch and advanced, pausing to grab a cloth nearby and wipe his hands of any residue. “It was Catalina, correct?” The Sword made it a point to match multitudes of names and faces to memory, even those who had just been a brief figment on the horizon. Extending out his hand to shake and formally introduce, his head tilted, every essence of General and Warden and predacious edges all rolled into one. “Do not worry about it. I am interrupted frequently.” The rumble was given on a small smile, the truth a poignant thing within these confines. “Did you need something?”
Slightly amused, he straightened from his crouch and advanced, pausing to grab a cloth nearby and wipe his hands of any residue. “It was Catalina, correct?” The Sword made it a point to match multitudes of names and faces to memory, even those who had just been a brief figment on the horizon. Extending out his hand to shake and formally introduce, his head tilted, every essence of General and Warden and predacious edges all rolled into one. “Do not worry about it. I am interrupted frequently.” The rumble was given on a small smile, the truth a poignant thing within these confines. “Did you need something?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
