and the only solution was to stand and fight
"Safrin must be pleased with her choice," he relished with a wrinkle to his nose and a light grin for the Queen, extending the compliment where it was noteworthy and deserved. He hadn’t ever known Flora to hesitate – she’d owned her plans and calculations through each and every skirmish. To find her proud of her accomplishments wasn’t a surprise; it should’ve been immersed there – though the Sword would be the type to think she’d done much beforehand as well, that she wouldn’t need the title of a demigod to be regarded as something more. “So I have heard,” he granted with a light smile, presuming it would be worth it. “What did you get for powers?” Believing he’d be seeing them in action shortly, based on the initial approach to training.
So when she announced she’d simply be dodging his attacks, his eyes widened significantly. Deimos rarely looked like a deer in headlights, but the thought of her simply trying to maneuver around assaults signified deep apprehension and trepidations that had never quite left his bones. “You want to try and dodge them,” he deadpanned, once he’d returned to his senses and wondered where she’d left hers.
But given how he knew it wasn’t worth arguing the point, she already knew better, it’d be much like bickering and trying to reason with her mother. And gods, how many times he’d tried that. She was going to commit the actions anyway. On a very long sigh, he watched as she bounded and leapt across the sand, shaking his head and rolling his shoulders. “For the record, I think this is a bad idea.”
On those semblances and calculations, he churned a singular fireball into his grasp, hovering there along his hand. Thinking how best to broach the notions without ever actually hitting her, he aimed for a precise measure close to her ankles, lobbing it without ferocity and power behind it.
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So when she announced she’d simply be dodging his attacks, his eyes widened significantly. Deimos rarely looked like a deer in headlights, but the thought of her simply trying to maneuver around assaults signified deep apprehension and trepidations that had never quite left his bones. “You want to try and dodge them,” he deadpanned, once he’d returned to his senses and wondered where she’d left hers.
But given how he knew it wasn’t worth arguing the point, she already knew better, it’d be much like bickering and trying to reason with her mother. And gods, how many times he’d tried that. She was going to commit the actions anyway. On a very long sigh, he watched as she bounded and leapt across the sand, shaking his head and rolling his shoulders. “For the record, I think this is a bad idea.”
On those semblances and calculations, he churned a singular fireball into his grasp, hovering there along his hand. Thinking how best to broach the notions without ever actually hitting her, he aimed for a precise measure close to her ankles, lobbing it without ferocity and power behind it.
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