cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Not all trainings had to be serious and mundane; Deimos knew that firsthand. Restlessness usually piqued into his conscious the moment boredom started to reign – so the soldiers were taken out of the barracks, and into one of the outermost squares of the Citadel, away from marketplaces and more crowded venues, for an opportunity of fresh air and widened space for impending incantations.
What started as ways to channel magic and harness power quickly devolved – the laughter of many soldiers and warriors eventually echoed along the intertwining lanes, roads, and pathways. It was clear some carvings had risen out of the ground via snow and ice, intentional targets (there were a wide variety of missing limbs, but especially headless) that could’ve been misconstrued as a new art exhibition, save for the occasional blast of enchantments streamlined through. Then there’d be a raucous explosion of laughter as a new snow ursur suddenly lacked a hind limb, or someone’s newfound enemy had lost their entire torso, toppling over into the snow to make something anew.
Shaking his head, but joining in just as badly as the rest of them, Deimos took a long breath, narrowed his eyes in speculation, before tilting his head. Contorting his magic into intertwined thresholds, eventually the earth, water, and fire manifested into a very caricature-esque version of a white dragon. “All right, try that one,” he rumbled, half a smile etched into his features as he stood and surveyed along the middle of the plain.
What started as ways to channel magic and harness power quickly devolved – the laughter of many soldiers and warriors eventually echoed along the intertwining lanes, roads, and pathways. It was clear some carvings had risen out of the ground via snow and ice, intentional targets (there were a wide variety of missing limbs, but especially headless) that could’ve been misconstrued as a new art exhibition, save for the occasional blast of enchantments streamlined through. Then there’d be a raucous explosion of laughter as a new snow ursur suddenly lacked a hind limb, or someone’s newfound enemy had lost their entire torso, toppling over into the snow to make something anew.
Shaking his head, but joining in just as badly as the rest of them, Deimos took a long breath, narrowed his eyes in speculation, before tilting his head. Contorting his magic into intertwined thresholds, eventually the earth, water, and fire manifested into a very caricature-esque version of a white dragon. “All right, try that one,” he rumbled, half a smile etched into his features as he stood and surveyed along the middle of the plain.
DEIMOS
