DEIMOS
He could hand it to Iskra; some individuals weren’t going to settle for something feasible, practical, or pragmatic, intending to go into full creative tactics. While one could always give dole out commendations for the effort, sometimes the amount of impulse that went into the notions often made his head tilt in bewilderment and confusion. “I think it can go either way,” Deimos noted in return, before the whole array of actions took place. “Unless you would prefer me to alter course…,” he granted with a grin, a tease, of course; he had no intentions of doing so.A shield sled was certainly something he hadn’t utilized before, and he blinked momentarily to see it come to fruition (and how they might try some variation of shield surfing down some winter hills if they ever got an opportunity).
So as Iskra slid, Deimos simply sidestepped out of the way, lifting his fire-embedded tornado upwards so the Abandoned didn’t run the risk of colliding with its opposing side, and turned to watch as the other kept sliding along the Fangs grounds. “Intriguing take,” he mustered, obliging the Abandoned.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
