Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Far be it from his citizens to accuse Deimos of purposefully dangling lures; though anyone who knew him could comment the man occasionally enjoyed setting a trap. Not unlike a feline, batting at his prey out of amusements, he granted the ability and time for others to simply think; if they fidgeted and squirmed during the thought process, that was on them. Whether or not he agreed with their proposals and ideas was another juxtaposition. He had enough experience to lend and bend them towards certain distinctions, but if they were ever going to be out on their own, guarding, patrolling, defending, and attacking, they needed to have a foundational level instilled. Something automatic and precise. Maybe he was hoping they’d want to seize and assail. Maybe he was intending for them to pause and reflect. Maybe it was all embroiled and contorted into similar faculties and abilities.Many of them talked, whispering to one another as he turned the beast repeatedly. It didn’t do much else but be rustled and maneuvered along the cold breeze, either unbothered or too dim to care. But his sharp hearing took in their agreements and accords, each wondering what the best course of action was, before finally someone spoke up – Icarus, who seemed to be gaining in confidence over the course of the day.
He tilted his head, listening, muffling a snort under his breath as the youth deigned for permission on what appeared to be incoming incantations. Deimos had seen the soldier in action many a time, knew the water was controlled and mastered, and so he granted a nod, permitting the motion as the rest looked on – eyes widening to see what would transpire.
As the spinning rope of water surged towards the tangleweed, it changed from its outset of nothingness – as if the barbs and ice were grasping, striving, trying to snag at whatever was coming its way – but simply didn’t have the power to combat it. It deteriorated an instant later, and the sticks, snow, and brittle frost holding it together dispersed into Deimos’ air magic, floating there while some of the warriors clapped and hooted. Waiting for that round of victory to funnel and fumble through, he glanced back at their steadfast unit. “What did we learn from that?”
