remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Their turns taken back and forth in a silent oath to ensuring neither of them were in the way of each other, the Sword watched Astaroth’s demonstration once more, eyes catching the extension, the slashing repetition. Though potentially wild and chaotic, it held its own particular brand of deviousness; maiming, ripping, and tearing without the need of a blade. “I can see why so many have used it before.” A comment, not about torture, because he wasn’t aware of how much the Ancient might’ve gone through in the past, and Deimos had been held captive before as well; though never with the whip slashed across him. “Nasty little thing.”He went for swiftness again, flicking his wrist as his own armament encountered the air in a resounding crack, before spilling across the upper chest of the effigy. Stuffing tore and burst in little flurries, and while amused, the Warden was reminded of why he favored the blade. At least those weapons were quick to dispel if done correctly – the whip seemed to be a slow burn of acrimony and derision. Contemplating, and needing the movement, his inquiry rumbled along after the lash. “Want to try against a moving target now?”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
