I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Boisterous laughter surrounded; it couldn’t be helped, perhaps, once they were all encircling the spar area, warriors and soldiers conforming around several others. Feats of enchantments spread within the wide, makeshift arena; Deimos had long since shed his furs and coats for the long tunic underneath, hair up in a messy bun to get off his neck. The fellow combatants seemed much the same, though far worse for wear, having already gone through multitudes of bombardments from Sword and opponents alike.
One more! was shouted, and the compatriot grimaced, before sending a tight line of earth and rock towards the Warden’s direction. He snorted, amused, and then snagged at it with his own air, drowning it out with power alone, and sending the stones skittering down to the ground.
With a huff and long breath, the soldier conceded, and they applauded, patted on backs, and broke apart – snorting and chuckling all the while. He congratulated on efforts and extended other instructional means and devices, and then wandered towards the sidelines, intending to find his canteen.
One more! was shouted, and the compatriot grimaced, before sending a tight line of earth and rock towards the Warden’s direction. He snorted, amused, and then snagged at it with his own air, drowning it out with power alone, and sending the stones skittering down to the ground.
With a huff and long breath, the soldier conceded, and they applauded, patted on backs, and broke apart – snorting and chuckling all the while. He congratulated on efforts and extended other instructional means and devices, and then wandered towards the sidelines, intending to find his canteen.
DEIMOS
