Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Whether or not Marcus followed through on the advice would be up to him – though Deimos still permitted a smile as the water drew around. That Marcus had the platitude and concentration was gratifying to see; maneuvering pieces, portions, and streams around, intending to surround the Sword. “There you go,” he nodded, wholly unbothered, content to see the Olson figuring things out. “And even then, you can make them ice as well.” For next opportunities.As they threatened to converge, the Warden widened his fiery wall – encompassing and enshrouding the leagues of water. It hissed and steamed, and he pressed further, igniting temperatures and building infernos, twisting and turning the conflagrations until eventually the rivulets would be suffocated and consumed.
“Very good,” he offered thereafter, pleased that Marcus had aimed to listen, rather than bristle and chafe. “Remember those,” on battlefields and tundras, where the drilling, instruction, would matter and unfurl from memories, from moments such as these. “We can take a break and then I can show you some other changes.” Giving the youth an opportunity to regain clarity and energy for more potential with said incantations.
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