Deimos
He snorted; imagining Danta’s version of practice was something akin to mauling and hunting (which to be fair, the Sword did that too). But then the Ancient was stalking again, and his brow remained firmly arched, waiting and watching for something to appear nearby, either striking his shield or some other blow from beyond.
He didn’t expect the grass near his feet to instantly be scorched, and he chuckled, side-stepping on a quick leap towards the right, dousing the incantations as they came close by and leaving the smoldering, burnt, decrepit ends where they lingered. His laugh was a booming bark, shaking his head at the matter, before flickering his own bout of fire over the Maverick’s head, intentionally striving to get him to move further back. Not so much a pattern of rain, but a downpour of an inferno; figuring the man would either absorb it or meander out of the way.
As for the response, he shrugged; he couldn’t claim to know enough about Dygra to ponder anything further on that regard; fully confident in his own scruples and choice of race affiliations. “But then I would not be able to make you nice jackets.”
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3/4 Deimos barely dodges the grass set on fire, and tries to angle a downpour of fire over Dantalion’s head.
He didn’t expect the grass near his feet to instantly be scorched, and he chuckled, side-stepping on a quick leap towards the right, dousing the incantations as they came close by and leaving the smoldering, burnt, decrepit ends where they lingered. His laugh was a booming bark, shaking his head at the matter, before flickering his own bout of fire over the Maverick’s head, intentionally striving to get him to move further back. Not so much a pattern of rain, but a downpour of an inferno; figuring the man would either absorb it or meander out of the way.
As for the response, he shrugged; he couldn’t claim to know enough about Dygra to ponder anything further on that regard; fully confident in his own scruples and choice of race affiliations. “But then I would not be able to make you nice jackets.”
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3/4 Deimos barely dodges the grass set on fire, and tries to angle a downpour of fire over Dantalion’s head.
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.
