and the only solution was to stand and fight
The confirmation of his past Halovian lifestyle only gave the Warden the slightest pause, and not enough for Deimos to cease on his motions. Flattening the pieces was amusing, and after he had more than a few pieces he started handing them over to the Ancient, watching as he sharpened and serrated the edges. “When did you leave Halo?” Started first, and the notion of dragons came second, his nose wrinkling again as well. “I happen to come across them often,” and he shrugged; figuring maybe it was the other way around – and seemingly at life-altering events (engagements, weddings, the birth of his son…); and refusing to take them as anything dark or ominous. “I presume the black dragons are just as bad as the white ones?”
He snorted and shrugged at the depiction of ranged proportions; figuring there were always methods and means to try new things. The familiar was comfortable and easy; but rested on the laurels of complacency, of which he’d never been a fan. “Depends on the abilities you gain, I suppose.” The Sword utilized his shifts and incantations throughout multiple ways, but he favored a long-distance approach, unfurling damage and fervor all while opting to avoid their reprisals.
He snorted and shrugged at the depiction of ranged proportions; figuring there were always methods and means to try new things. The familiar was comfortable and easy; but rested on the laurels of complacency, of which he’d never been a fan. “Depends on the abilities you gain, I suppose.” The Sword utilized his shifts and incantations throughout multiple ways, but he favored a long-distance approach, unfurling damage and fervor all while opting to avoid their reprisals.
DEIMOS
