and the only solution was to stand and fight
Deimos’s own nose wrinkled at the sentiments; wicker women were notoriously difficult in normal circumstances. Making a mental note to compile that into another portion of the guild journals, he sighed. “Any differences from the regular ones?”
Given how often the Sword offered his strength into nearly everything, the surprise on Asta’s face made his brow arch, but he said nothing. Metal portions being flattened sounded right up his alley, and would give him a moment for muscles to be utilized rather than restless. Though he’d never worked in blacksmith quarters, he knew enough by watching in his youth, always spying upon new weaponry being made. Keen observation skills ensured mimicking motions, and he took off his jacket to permit necessary movement in the heated portions of the room.
Hammering along with Asta, he nodded at the implications. “Would allow for less damage on you as well,” hypothetically speaking – though from his bouts with the Ancient, he didn’t ever seem to bothered by that.
Given how often the Sword offered his strength into nearly everything, the surprise on Asta’s face made his brow arch, but he said nothing. Metal portions being flattened sounded right up his alley, and would give him a moment for muscles to be utilized rather than restless. Though he’d never worked in blacksmith quarters, he knew enough by watching in his youth, always spying upon new weaponry being made. Keen observation skills ensured mimicking motions, and he took off his jacket to permit necessary movement in the heated portions of the room.
Hammering along with Asta, he nodded at the implications. “Would allow for less damage on you as well,” hypothetically speaking – though from his bouts with the Ancient, he didn’t ever seem to bothered by that.
DEIMOS
