Damien
"I never see you at the club!"
Okay? I never see you at the creek
Okay? I never see you at the creek
The laugh that rolled out of Deimos was big and unbothered, like a lion shaking the walls of its den. Damien felt it in his ribs before the words even landed. He should’ve known better—of course the Warden wasn’t going to stand there and play target dummy. That wasn’t how men like him survived.
Still, Damien straightened under it, squaring himself up. In most ways he had nothing to lose here, everything to gain, and that steadied him more than it rattled.
The strike came fast, a sweep meant for his back. Damien twisted, too slow to dodge clean, the wood cracking against him with a solid bite. The blow stung, jarred bone, but he let the momentum carry him forward instead of buckling. His staff snapped across in a sharp, sideways clash against Deimos’s own—aimed not at the man but at the weapon, the kind of move that was half-defiance, half-instinct.
The collision jolted his arms, but he pressed it, teeth bared in something like a grin. If he couldn’t knock the staff free—and he doubted he could—maybe he could force the opening. He shifted quick, pivoting into a short, driving thrust aimed low toward Deimos’s side.
“Alright, how was that?” Damien rasped, breath fogging as he went to retreat a few steps.
Still, Damien straightened under it, squaring himself up. In most ways he had nothing to lose here, everything to gain, and that steadied him more than it rattled.
The strike came fast, a sweep meant for his back. Damien twisted, too slow to dodge clean, the wood cracking against him with a solid bite. The blow stung, jarred bone, but he let the momentum carry him forward instead of buckling. His staff snapped across in a sharp, sideways clash against Deimos’s own—aimed not at the man but at the weapon, the kind of move that was half-defiance, half-instinct.
The collision jolted his arms, but he pressed it, teeth bared in something like a grin. If he couldn’t knock the staff free—and he doubted he could—maybe he could force the opening. He shifted quick, pivoting into a short, driving thrust aimed low toward Deimos’s side.
“Alright, how was that?” Damien rasped, breath fogging as he went to retreat a few steps.
(Training 3/4)
