Iskra
This world is a wasteland, nothing can grow
Essentially facing the Avatar, but a much more stoic and hardened one, Iskra's features only widen as the fortress of elements increases. Deimos' mastery over so many different abilities and types of magic makes him formidable through variety alone, and Iskra has perhaps never felt the true width of their talents until this very moment. He's known it, to be sure, but this brings it home in full, because any of his magic Deimos can thwart, and Iskra cannot be said to be capable of the same. In this moment, his shield feels a bit insufficient.
"I thought the best defense was a good offense?" he calls out, lifting a hand to his forehead to regard the increased rocks without the sun glaring so wickedly off the snow and ice. That isn't necessarily to say that he wants Deimos to attack him, it's more a joke to lighten the oh fuck of trying to break through the whirling death.
Iskra opts for something creative this time. Think outside the box, right? Or in this case murder tornado. He throws his shield down near the fringe of the elements, then steps back. He glances up and down, judging time and distance, then runs forward and leaps knees down onto the inner curve of the shield. His momentum jettisons him forward on this makeshift sled, fire magic snaking across the snow before him to make it a slicker ice, sending him sliding forward and under one of the rocks. The speed carries him past the arcs of fire and wind, and very much without control now he is aimed to take out Deimos' legs.
4/4
Iskra uses his shield like a sled to break through the defenses and ram into Deimos' legs
"I thought the best defense was a good offense?" he calls out, lifting a hand to his forehead to regard the increased rocks without the sun glaring so wickedly off the snow and ice. That isn't necessarily to say that he wants Deimos to attack him, it's more a joke to lighten the oh fuck of trying to break through the whirling death.
Iskra opts for something creative this time. Think outside the box, right? Or in this case murder tornado. He throws his shield down near the fringe of the elements, then steps back. He glances up and down, judging time and distance, then runs forward and leaps knees down onto the inner curve of the shield. His momentum jettisons him forward on this makeshift sled, fire magic snaking across the snow before him to make it a slicker ice, sending him sliding forward and under one of the rocks. The speed carries him past the arcs of fire and wind, and very much without control now he is aimed to take out Deimos' legs.
4/4
Iskra uses his shield like a sled to break through the defenses and ram into Deimos' legs
I used to have strength, but I ran out of hope
