DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
He waited for a complaint to rumble through, but when nothing was uttered along the wall, he let it be, watching for the reaction. The reverberation of the wood and its impact had done its job, but the Accepted didn’t give in either. Commendable, perhaps, given Deimos’ line of work – he’d seen plenty fold immediately if something was difficult, the modest and minor trials and tribulations too much to bear.
Then the crack of the staff crashed into his own, and he smirked, taking the impact for what it was. He met it head on, equally unbothered once more, pressing his strength, fortitude, and might into the onslaught, and as Damien moved downward, he persisted, angling the staff to catch it out right. “Better,” he extended. “Be careful you are not leaving yourself open in the process.” To which he’d permit a slight warning, as he rushed forward on a long, sweeping, quick, swift stride, intending to knock his armament into Damien’s shins.
3/4
Then the crack of the staff crashed into his own, and he smirked, taking the impact for what it was. He met it head on, equally unbothered once more, pressing his strength, fortitude, and might into the onslaught, and as Damien moved downward, he persisted, angling the staff to catch it out right. “Better,” he extended. “Be careful you are not leaving yourself open in the process.” To which he’d permit a slight warning, as he rushed forward on a long, sweeping, quick, swift stride, intending to knock his armament into Damien’s shins.
3/4
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
