ISKRA
There’s an easy set to his features with the familiarity of the Warden and the promise of practice. His smile tilts into something marginally proud at the clear notice of his growth, and with bright eyes Iskra nods in agreement. ”Yeah, finally broke through into my full potential with the fire,” he agrees. As if in evidence, his own fingers twitch at his side, the movement unnecessary but somewhat easier for him to pluck on the strands of potential humming in his veins, flame emerging in the air, shaped into an axe that rotates steadily in waiting.
He has no doubt that despite his progress, Deimos’ strength is still bounds above his. The Sword’s got far more experience, not just with other elements, but battle as a whole, his prowess a legendary one. Still, even a man of myth could use a partner to sharpen his skills on, otherwise he could risk dulling them. ”Sounds like a perfect fit then,” he beams, undaunted by the risks, not with this just being a training spar. ”After all, they say to fight fire with fire.” He bounces his ‘brows before trudging a bit further away, turning and backing up until the distance feels good. Long enough to give him time to react to what Deimos throws at him and vica versa, but still within range of their abilities and speaking. Goose remains steadfast on the sidelines, digging into a snowy gopher hole like he might find a frozen treat yet.
”Ready!” he calls out, fire axe hovering a bit before him in preparation.
He has no doubt that despite his progress, Deimos’ strength is still bounds above his. The Sword’s got far more experience, not just with other elements, but battle as a whole, his prowess a legendary one. Still, even a man of myth could use a partner to sharpen his skills on, otherwise he could risk dulling them. ”Sounds like a perfect fit then,” he beams, undaunted by the risks, not with this just being a training spar. ”After all, they say to fight fire with fire.” He bounces his ‘brows before trudging a bit further away, turning and backing up until the distance feels good. Long enough to give him time to react to what Deimos throws at him and vica versa, but still within range of their abilities and speaking. Goose remains steadfast on the sidelines, digging into a snowy gopher hole like he might find a frozen treat yet.
”Ready!” he calls out, fire axe hovering a bit before him in preparation.
I think I lost my mind a while ago
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
