Deimos
He waited, stoic and still save for the curious tilting of his head as he listened. Such occurrences weren’t rare – and he did offer training to anyone who craved it – but it was nice to hear she was willing to seek direction, guidance, and was aware of the dangers surrounding Caido, instead of meandering her way through it. He’d met too many who thought themselves superior to the trials and tribulations of this earth, or simply didn’t yearn to find maneuvers that would benefit themselves in the long run. “Understood,” he finally granted, with another slight smile. “I do not mind. It is what I am here for.” Pausing, on an air of amusement, for he’d already begun winding his way away from the trebuchet, with an earnest pat to the weapon as he walked by. “Plus it saves me from returning to paperwork.” Now that he avoided.
Long strides carried him over to the armory wall, where several soldiers lingered at as well, sizing up potentials before snagging their preferred armaments and nodding their greetings before hastening off. He ceased before it, giving her an opportunity to survey the multitudes of options and choices, including a range of blades, axes, staffs, knives, bows and accompanying quivers, armor of all shapes and sizes, and some other odds and ends he’d made recently. “What have you tried before?”
Long strides carried him over to the armory wall, where several soldiers lingered at as well, sizing up potentials before snagging their preferred armaments and nodding their greetings before hastening off. He ceased before it, giving her an opportunity to survey the multitudes of options and choices, including a range of blades, axes, staffs, knives, bows and accompanying quivers, armor of all shapes and sizes, and some other odds and ends he’d made recently. “What have you tried before?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
