DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Deimos hadn’t said punch, nor implicated any broken bones – so his brow arched, snorting, as conclusions seemed to have been drawn without his inference. But Damien snagged at a worthwhile weapon, and so the Sword did the same, creating a wooden staff in his hands with a simple golden glow and no other fanfare. He wasn’t going to let the Accepted simply hit him. No need to make anything easy.
Nor did he need the warning – well versed, well orchestrated, to the use of armaments from multiple lives of bloodshed and war. He knew the signs, the cast motions, and so he simply stepped over to the left and back a step, avoiding the full arc and breadth of the other man’s motion. In turn, to test, to see, he used the long length of his arms, and swiped his own staff towards Damien’s knees, a slight smile ghosting along his mouth.
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Nor did he need the warning – well versed, well orchestrated, to the use of armaments from multiple lives of bloodshed and war. He knew the signs, the cast motions, and so he simply stepped over to the left and back a step, avoiding the full arc and breadth of the other man’s motion. In turn, to test, to see, he used the long length of his arms, and swiped his own staff towards Damien’s knees, a slight smile ghosting along his mouth.
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the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
