Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
The sword doesn't run away with him this time, in part because it smacks against the armor as intended, although Deimos also seems to have intended, positioning himself in a careful way to close the distance between them intentionally. Kaisel realizes with a grunt as he finishes the swing and wrests the sword back to his side, hurriedly bracing along the back edge of the shield again. Air torrents from this distance? They'll be strongest.
Deimos' advice rings in his head, but knowing and doing are two different things. Kaisel braces, but the shield requires strength. He gets it up straight and flat this time, so it doesn't flip him to the side, but he can feel the air pummel against it like standing beneath a waterfall, and the pressure of it shoves him back. His feet slide then stagger as the wind howls and he stumbles back. Weariness flares in his shield arm, the muscles not used to this manner of required work.
"If you can't see it, how do you fight it?" he calls out to the Resurrected Sword. Deimos' attacks he knows are coming, but he's certain it's a different matter when it's real. Gritting his teeth, he gathers himself and presses forward again, cleaving the sword from his right hip in a low swing towards Deimo's left hip, the shield thrusting forward and up behind it to push into Deimos' chest.
3/4
Deimos' advice rings in his head, but knowing and doing are two different things. Kaisel braces, but the shield requires strength. He gets it up straight and flat this time, so it doesn't flip him to the side, but he can feel the air pummel against it like standing beneath a waterfall, and the pressure of it shoves him back. His feet slide then stagger as the wind howls and he stumbles back. Weariness flares in his shield arm, the muscles not used to this manner of required work.
"If you can't see it, how do you fight it?" he calls out to the Resurrected Sword. Deimos' attacks he knows are coming, but he's certain it's a different matter when it's real. Gritting his teeth, he gathers himself and presses forward again, cleaving the sword from his right hip in a low swing towards Deimo's left hip, the shield thrusting forward and up behind it to push into Deimos' chest.
3/4
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
