Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
At Deimos' acknowledgement of an open armory, Kaisel took a moment to peruse his options before fitting some leather pieces to his body. He preferred the lighter armors, allowing him to still move quickly and freely, important for popping in close and then dipping out before (too many) consequences of the melee range could bite him in the ass. Maybe he should consider getting something longer range, like Koa's annoying phantom reach, or that Chakram that always swung back around to your hands. There was just something so satisfying about popping up and giving it to someone though.
Next Kaisel tested out a few swords, settling on one that he could wield in one hand, while his other slid behind the notch of a shield. He tested them fit and feel of it all as he moved back and forth, banging the iron sword against the shield to feel the weight vibrate against his body. All of it was much heavier than he usually trained with, so he'd have to be careful with his movements and not waste energy, otherwise he'd tire laughably fast in front of Deimos. Which, to be honest was still likely to happen, but 5 minutes is 5 minutes longer (yeah fuck you Rebecca, 5 minutes is PLENTY).
"Alright," he says with a nod and a steady exhale. "Ready."
He begins to strafe before Deimos, trying to eye an opening among the Warden's fortifications. None, that he could see, so time to yolo some shit and make one. Kaisel ducks to the left suddenly, boots smacking the stone as he rushes towards Deimos with his shield first. Air whines as his sword swings up and over, targeting the stout armor lines of Deimos' left shoulder.
1/4 training, tries to shield bash at Deimos then swing his sword at his left shoulder.
Next Kaisel tested out a few swords, settling on one that he could wield in one hand, while his other slid behind the notch of a shield. He tested them fit and feel of it all as he moved back and forth, banging the iron sword against the shield to feel the weight vibrate against his body. All of it was much heavier than he usually trained with, so he'd have to be careful with his movements and not waste energy, otherwise he'd tire laughably fast in front of Deimos. Which, to be honest was still likely to happen, but 5 minutes is 5 minutes longer (yeah fuck you Rebecca, 5 minutes is PLENTY).
"Alright," he says with a nod and a steady exhale. "Ready."
He begins to strafe before Deimos, trying to eye an opening among the Warden's fortifications. None, that he could see, so time to yolo some shit and make one. Kaisel ducks to the left suddenly, boots smacking the stone as he rushes towards Deimos with his shield first. Air whines as his sword swings up and over, targeting the stout armor lines of Deimos' left shoulder.
1/4 training, tries to shield bash at Deimos then swing his sword at his left shoulder.
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
