I carried my own ashes to the mountains
He waited – the evidence of her thought clearly written on her face. At the very least she was willing to concentrate, focus, and strive, which was more than he could say for multitudes of others who were quick to give in, or rely on other means and measures. His head tilted, watching, as she sliced the wood in two – mimicking the motions with her hands as the air neatly sliced into a pair.
Though, that didn’t leave its own challenge.
“Clever,” he relented, before maneuvering those plots and motions into something else. “Though, you may find, sometimes enemies will use these opportunities to their own advantage.” He snagged at the particles as if they were two separate armaments and weapons now, beginning to rotate them around himself as if a makeshift shield combined with the air, swift, but not impenetrable. “How could you get rid of them altogether?”
Though, that didn’t leave its own challenge.
“Clever,” he relented, before maneuvering those plots and motions into something else. “Though, you may find, sometimes enemies will use these opportunities to their own advantage.” He snagged at the particles as if they were two separate armaments and weapons now, beginning to rotate them around himself as if a makeshift shield combined with the air, swift, but not impenetrable. “How could you get rid of them altogether?”
DEIMOS
