LOREN
It didn’t take long for Deimos to show up. As soon as the summoner saw the other man, he sprang to his feet. ”Thanks for coming.” Remembering that the General was sparing with his words, the Launceleyn figured the fewer he employed, the better; luckily, it wouldn’t take long to set the terms. ”Anything goes?” That was how training had always been with Loren growing up. While he’d willfully held himself back since his return, no more. He was done letting other people dictate the course of his life. If Deimos wanted to set less stringent terms for their spar, though, the summoner would agree to them.
Either way, he retreated to a safe distance. He would fight without arms (though there were some magical items tucked into his belt), just with his magic: the whole point of this exercise was to discover how powerful he’d grown. After all, if Zariah was indeed coming back, the most likely outcome was the time honored Launceleyn tradition of a magician’s duel, to prove who was more powerful and worthy of leading the family. While it was the last thing he wanted, Loren figured she’d leave him no choice. She wasn’t the type to admit she was wrong or to back down from a fight.
Best to practice, then. He gestured for the General to make the first move. The summoner settled into a defensive stance as he waited to see how the other man would move or attack. Already, magic tingled at the Launceleyn’s fingertips and he could feel the icy cool of battle creeping over him. This was what he’d trained his whole life to do, and his blood sang in anticipation.
Either way, he retreated to a safe distance. He would fight without arms (though there were some magical items tucked into his belt), just with his magic: the whole point of this exercise was to discover how powerful he’d grown. After all, if Zariah was indeed coming back, the most likely outcome was the time honored Launceleyn tradition of a magician’s duel, to prove who was more powerful and worthy of leading the family. While it was the last thing he wanted, Loren figured she’d leave him no choice. She wasn’t the type to admit she was wrong or to back down from a fight.
Best to practice, then. He gestured for the General to make the first move. The summoner settled into a defensive stance as he waited to see how the other man would move or attack. Already, magic tingled at the Launceleyn’s fingertips and he could feel the icy cool of battle creeping over him. This was what he’d trained his whole life to do, and his blood sang in anticipation.
but I've been down here before
and I know the way out
and I know the way out
