[Training] notches in the spine

and the only solution was to stand and fight

Zavien’s attempts were appreciated – as it became very clear there was no ill intent behind the throws. Plenty of others would’ve taken the opportunity to launch at Deimos, knowing he wouldn’t be giving any fighting sieges or stances back. Watching as the pebbles were lobbed, his brows furrowed, concentrating, focusing, reeling the air outwards to catch and volley. Some of the stones were easily nabbed – shorn off to the side with great aplomb, soaring outwards and well out of bounds and range. Others required he envelop them entirely, far more precision required, before they reached his frame, descending in dramatic swoops.

As for Pip, he snorted. “Is he going to be launching fire at me?” That would require a bit more finesse, and well-timed measures – and probably implantation of other enchantments stored in his soul.

DEIMOS