HARPER
The man's mighty shoulders twitch minutely, and though Harper's intimidation has at least simmered down throughout their conversation, it still makes him hesitate before following the man's lead further into the bowels of the building. At the very least the waving away of his concerns helps further ease his anxiety. Deimos seems the type to be blunt about when his available hours are coming to a close, so Harper merely nods his head in assent and awaits whenever that time will arrive.
He is led to a wide array of instruments, all awaiting his choice and the touch of his hand. Deimos' instructions are simple, and Harper takes his time perusing each item. Picking up a few here and there to heft them about, running through a few simple katas to experience their weights and how they are balanced. Impeccably crafted of course, which makes finding his preferred weapon easier. Sparring with a bow is not his favorite idea so he summarily chooses a short-bladed sword. More considerate towards his speed-based fighting style than a longer blade, and requiring a more delicate hand than his usual batons. It will give him the chance to adequately prove his expertise to Deimos to pick this instead of anything requiring brute force.
Turning, Harper gives an apologetic grin for the time he took, and twirls the blade idly in his hand. "They're masterfully made. Did you create them or commission them?" One last curious question before they - hopefully, if he's reading the room right - begin their spar.
He is led to a wide array of instruments, all awaiting his choice and the touch of his hand. Deimos' instructions are simple, and Harper takes his time perusing each item. Picking up a few here and there to heft them about, running through a few simple katas to experience their weights and how they are balanced. Impeccably crafted of course, which makes finding his preferred weapon easier. Sparring with a bow is not his favorite idea so he summarily chooses a short-bladed sword. More considerate towards his speed-based fighting style than a longer blade, and requiring a more delicate hand than his usual batons. It will give him the chance to adequately prove his expertise to Deimos to pick this instead of anything requiring brute force.
Turning, Harper gives an apologetic grin for the time he took, and twirls the blade idly in his hand. "They're masterfully made. Did you create them or commission them?" One last curious question before they - hopefully, if he's reading the room right - begin their spar.
Pain is a well-intentioned weatherman
Predicting God as best he can
Predicting God as best he can
