I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Bragging and misplaced arrogance didn’t bother the Sword. He’d heard enough bravado chants within training amidst his childhood, teenage years, and upon the dais of war – all that mattered, in the end, when kingdoms were torn apart, was what one could truly accomplish. What power reigned supreme. An individual could have every power, every weapon, every ability in the world, and if they didn’t know what to do with them, it would scarcely matter. Just as ineffectual, just as useless, as the hollow boasting and empty blustering. Deimos had never felt the need.
“Air then,” he granted with a nod, given her curiosity about it. Already walking over to an outstretch of targets not in use, and figuring she’d follow, he inclined his jaw towards the effigies. Always eager for a demonstration of power, and then figuring out where to best start, he stood rigid and unyielding, and only inclined the lightest of smiles. “Show me what you can do first.” If she could lift or launch them. If she could move the portions and pieces. If she could maneuver and stir the rocks nearby.
“Air then,” he granted with a nod, given her curiosity about it. Already walking over to an outstretch of targets not in use, and figuring she’d follow, he inclined his jaw towards the effigies. Always eager for a demonstration of power, and then figuring out where to best start, he stood rigid and unyielding, and only inclined the lightest of smiles. “Show me what you can do first.” If she could lift or launch them. If she could move the portions and pieces. If she could maneuver and stir the rocks nearby.
DEIMOS
