and the only solution was to stand and fight
The Sword listened as the explanation carried over the chilly breeze, and his gaze went down to the tools assembled, the comprehension and understanding of it reaching him. He took a long, deep breath, clenching his jaw, processing his next course of actions; to leave Noah with the starlit waters and the warm plumes, or to conduct what had always called at him; assisting, aiding, lending a hand when and where it was necessary.
Eventually one wore over the other, and he took a few steps towards the springs, but not enough to feel as though he was overstepping. “Do you want help?” Simple and easy enough, letting the low rumble persist along the open air. If not, then the decision had been made for him.
Eventually one wore over the other, and he took a few steps towards the springs, but not enough to feel as though he was overstepping. “Do you want help?” Simple and easy enough, letting the low rumble persist along the open air. If not, then the decision had been made for him.
DEIMOS
