DEIMOS
These were the moments that were necessary; should anyone ever have to face war and battle. Opportunities to weigh out potentials, to think, to calculate, to devise, instead of driven by impulse or frenzy. The latter often got others killed. But herein, muscle memory and calculations could be obtained, practiced, versed, so if the opportunity of vehemence and violence that mattered ever came up, the individuals had already stepped into those lines before. While not everything could be the same, there were always plausible scenarios – far better, far more feasible, than raging into the limelight and being obliterated within a single step.So Deimos stoked patience and fortitude amongst his incantations – nodding as Iskra stepped forward, altered his motions. With shield in hand and leading the way, rather than his own figure, he granted himself vital protection to make a stand. With the right timing, the bony armament clipped at a rock, sending it flying towards the Sword. Rather than make any grandiose move, he simply shifted to the right, angling his shoulder downwards so it did naught more than clip his brawn and furs, and then rejoined the tornado adornments on the other side, whipped back into place. “Good,” he commended, then began to alter the course again.
Keeping and maintaining the airy flow of fire and earth, he no longer used a predictable, revolving track. It maneuvered around him on numerous paces – intentionally slowed down, or then blindingly swift, currents of hot embers and stone flickering through. Some pebbles and portions of soil maneuvered up and down or side to side, while granting Iskra the ability to still strive, he’d had to ponder over the particulars once more.
3/4 Deimos makes his fire, earth, and air combination more difficult to predict.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
