Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
Damn, he wishes he'd thought to bring a comb with him. After this fight his hair was going to look atrocious. He grit his teeth as the wind comes quick this time, Deimos not bothering to yield distance when he can give the brunt of the force at close quarters. The shield is already around front from the attack, so Kaisel hoists it back to him to brace behind it as the air pummels with a terrible force around either side of him. He carefully tries to adjust the angle, playing with the idea of redirecting the gusts in a meaningful fashion, forcing them to sweep and arc in a manner that won't require so much strength to endure it.
He keeps his footing this time, perhaps because of the angling, or the small increments towards improvement each mistake grants him. Still, his energy seems to sweep away with the force of it all, and panting he lowers the shield, content to listen to Deimos' words while he tries to regain stamina. "Where'd you get such sick ass armor?" he asks breathless, still chewing on the notions of invisible foes, but able to admire the protective equipment Deimos wears so easily.
Grunting, Kaisel puts his last dregs of energy into this bout, using the sword now like a raised jousting rod as he surges forward, shield already held up as a barrier beside the blade, and spears towards Deimos' chest.
4/4
He keeps his footing this time, perhaps because of the angling, or the small increments towards improvement each mistake grants him. Still, his energy seems to sweep away with the force of it all, and panting he lowers the shield, content to listen to Deimos' words while he tries to regain stamina. "Where'd you get such sick ass armor?" he asks breathless, still chewing on the notions of invisible foes, but able to admire the protective equipment Deimos wears so easily.
Grunting, Kaisel puts his last dregs of energy into this bout, using the sword now like a raised jousting rod as he surges forward, shield already held up as a barrier beside the blade, and spears towards Deimos' chest.
4/4
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
