and the only solution was to stand and fight
“Plenty of them,” he wrinkled his nose in return; recollections of forging themselves along the summits of the Draig, battling dragons, then specters, former gods, alike. “Their different powers are intriguing though.” Even if he didn’t want to meet up with them anytime soon – he had a healthy respect for the powerful and potent beings.
He gave over the last piece, content to watch the Ancient craft for a moment longer, always intending to watch others’ techniques – especially when he was so accustomed to simplifying the measures and crafting them from his mind. And where there was a time where he lived amongst mountains and caves and crag – Halo was the closest he’d have, below the stretch of peaks – the Draig wasn’t one he’d want to drag his family and friends towards. “Does make it difficult to want to visit again,” he uttered in good humor. Maybe one day – just to simply revel in it.
But that was a long ways off, and there were other portions to settle. He arched his brow, contemplating the circumstances. Deimos was the sort to be keen on trying any sort of armament, and for some reason the whip sounded amusing – it’d be a test of skills he didn’t often utilize. “We can try it.” As for the bloodbane aspect, he snorted. “Is this a magic, shift, and whip combination?” If so, he was glad Zuriel was nearby.
He gave over the last piece, content to watch the Ancient craft for a moment longer, always intending to watch others’ techniques – especially when he was so accustomed to simplifying the measures and crafting them from his mind. And where there was a time where he lived amongst mountains and caves and crag – Halo was the closest he’d have, below the stretch of peaks – the Draig wasn’t one he’d want to drag his family and friends towards. “Does make it difficult to want to visit again,” he uttered in good humor. Maybe one day – just to simply revel in it.
But that was a long ways off, and there were other portions to settle. He arched his brow, contemplating the circumstances. Deimos was the sort to be keen on trying any sort of armament, and for some reason the whip sounded amusing – it’d be a test of skills he didn’t often utilize. “We can try it.” As for the bloodbane aspect, he snorted. “Is this a magic, shift, and whip combination?” If so, he was glad Zuriel was nearby.
DEIMOS
