DEIMOS
Deimos nodded at Sunjata’s addition; the unknown an enigmatic twist in the foundations of the tentative repose they’d managed to hold onto. The Sword was the type of individual to always be wary of the next fallout; an unfortunate side effect of the many things he’d encountered in his multiple lifetimes, but he didn’t want them to be on the backfoot again. Not when the opportunities had been there with the Family, and they’d fumbled and bumbled their way into devastating horizons and bleak maneuvers. “Sounds good,” and perhaps there’d be some collaboration with others, and they could see if there was anything to make and concoct from the strange encounter – or merely nothing at all.
He didn’t want to pin his hopes on the latter, but at least with sparring they could do something effective in the intervals. With the offer taken, they’d just need to work through the details. Staring across the horizon briefly, his eyes narrowed in speculation, contemplating the shield and rain proportions. “I need to use my fire offensively or defensively,” leaving the option open for the Archon on what he was more comfortable with – dodging and evading incoming flames, or striving to alleviate them.
He didn’t want to pin his hopes on the latter, but at least with sparring they could do something effective in the intervals. With the offer taken, they’d just need to work through the details. Staring across the horizon briefly, his eyes narrowed in speculation, contemplating the shield and rain proportions. “I need to use my fire offensively or defensively,” leaving the option open for the Archon on what he was more comfortable with – dodging and evading incoming flames, or striving to alleviate them.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
