Deimos
The attack, while not harsh or unrelenting (purposefully), seemed to do enough multitudes regardless, and he ceased immediately. The combination of staff, sting, and not bracing for either impact had caught her off guard, and he nodded at her insinuation. “Grounding yourself will help.” He demonstrated the movements and motions again, bearing his weight down into the floor. “Your power comes from your frame, and if you find yourself floundering, you are unlikely to be successful.” Not with flailing about.
But then she was trying once more, and he began to utilize his long strides, sweeping over to her right. Not wanting to be predictable, as he’d never been on the battlefield and certainly wasn’t going to be now, he carved his wake through with the staff towards her ribs on this interval; still intentionally slower and less potent than he’d ever be with a true foe.
But then she was trying once more, and he began to utilize his long strides, sweeping over to her right. Not wanting to be predictable, as he’d never been on the battlefield and certainly wasn’t going to be now, he carved his wake through with the staff towards her ribs on this interval; still intentionally slower and less potent than he’d ever be with a true foe.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
