I carried my own ashes to the mountains
He watched, very deliberately stifling a laugh, as the wood she sent toppled and twisted over itself; not unlike a small child rolling down a hill. The Sword even gave it a few moments, buckling and bucking its way over, before he snagged and grabbed it with his own air incantations. Without needing to move his own figure, the wind gusted and walloped, seared and snagged, and tossed the board about as if it were nothing more than a particle of dust. It flew through the dominion and hit a wall, splintering before sliding down the side. Several soldiers scooted off to the right, despite Deimos being very careful and particular about where he placed it.
Granting a small grin and a tilt of his head, he nodded. “See how quickly you can do it.” To grant her some semblance of a challenge, focus, and concentration.
Granting a small grin and a tilt of his head, he nodded. “See how quickly you can do it.” To grant her some semblance of a challenge, focus, and concentration.
DEIMOS
