remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
The strands and filaments of the embers rose and fell at his command, beginning to coil and contort in long ripples of infernal designs – even as his attention was briefly snagged towards approaching feet. He tilted his head to glance back, noting Iskra and Goose coming along from the Citadel gates; not wholly surprised, but glad to know the woodcutter would come to investigate a threat, even if it was currently only the Warden pushing powers and limitations. “Iskra,” he nodded, granting and indulging a slight smile as the offer flickered through. He took half a moment to alter the stance of the flames into some jettisoning image of a daemon, all ghostly, leathery wings elongating on conflagrations, before churning it into naught more than a bundle of fire, waiting for his next command and demand. “If you want. Yours seems to have grown in power,” remembering the wall of fire during their time hunting down cockatrices. It would give the other man attempts, trials, and opportunities to play around and see what he could strive for, without too much risk; Deimos certainly wasn’t about to let things get out of hand. “I was trying to see how far I could push it.” How much prowess, how much potential, how much pulsed and placed within those limitations. “Let me know when you are ready.”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
