Deimos
He snorted from behind the makeshift shield of flares and tempests. “Helps to be born with magic. My father was also a fire user.” His running theory had always been something constructed in lineage; though perhaps it remained to be seen in his own – seeing as how Erebos had snagged at water, both something he and Evie had. Deimos’s mother had held the same. And though he doubted Dantalion would be the type to want to hear the following notions, he shrugged. “And lots of practice.” An almost daily ritual and routine; between battle practice and incantation use; the Sword had always been dedicated to ensuring his strength and prowess were capable feats. He watched as the Ancient prowled; a brow arched, only shifting his movements in increments, not wanting to be the predictable figure.
He did permit a round, a bark, of laughter at the inquiry though. If it was meant to distract him, he wasn’t much deterred – glancing upwards to watch the eruption of flame aimed precisely over him. Grinning, he rapidly absorbed the shot embers, so they added to the construction of the shield, now neatly extending even further. “I am certain – I do not come from Caido anyway.” In neither Isilme nor Helovia, there’d been no semblances of such a race.
To challenge the Maverick though, he sent out a whip of flames of his own, though aimed it towards the Ancient’s feet.
2/4 Deimos absorbs the rain of fire into his shield, and then sends a fire whip towards Danta’s feet.
He did permit a round, a bark, of laughter at the inquiry though. If it was meant to distract him, he wasn’t much deterred – glancing upwards to watch the eruption of flame aimed precisely over him. Grinning, he rapidly absorbed the shot embers, so they added to the construction of the shield, now neatly extending even further. “I am certain – I do not come from Caido anyway.” In neither Isilme nor Helovia, there’d been no semblances of such a race.
To challenge the Maverick though, he sent out a whip of flames of his own, though aimed it towards the Ancient’s feet.
2/4 Deimos absorbs the rain of fire into his shield, and then sends a fire whip towards Danta’s feet.
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
