Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
Kaisel just straight up didn't have the energy to run around the training field and duck for cover behind anything but the sword he had on hand, and even that is wearing him down. A sword and a shield, he's decided, is not the combo he really wants in the future. Tried and true for some, and it felt better in his hand the longer he worked, but the shield just isn't worth the weight for him. Even now, as he fights to bring it up and guard against Deimo's latest assault, it lags and the bottom catches the wind. Like a sail the bottom whips up with the force of the magic, the top of it slapping his head, while the air used that metal sail to tug him from his feet. Wind is strong, but folds and cuts around the objects in its path, sometimes in unexpected ways.
Heaving for breath as he sat on the ground for a minute, Kaisel gathers his senses back. "Cool," he says with a grin to Deimos, getting back to his feet steadily. "I'm beat," he acknolwedges with a huff, "but I learned a lot. Thanks for training with me and using your wind." Kaisel starts to strip off the loaned pieces of equipment, setting them back where he found them. "Hope your sick ass armor got what it needed too. It's gonna be even more awesome!"
Heaving for breath as he sat on the ground for a minute, Kaisel gathers his senses back. "Cool," he says with a grin to Deimos, getting back to his feet steadily. "I'm beat," he acknolwedges with a huff, "but I learned a lot. Thanks for training with me and using your wind." Kaisel starts to strip off the loaned pieces of equipment, setting them back where he found them. "Hope your sick ass armor got what it needed too. It's gonna be even more awesome!"
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
