DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The Sword often gave his disciples the first move. It was a paramount way to decipher their abilities, to see how they conducted themselves, and what they drew from their wealth, or ignorance, of experience. There was no need to teach basic maneuvers if they already had those in place. There was no need to cut along defensive techniques if they’d long since accomplished them. The General had too many things to do without wasting anyone else’s time either.So he waited, watched, deciphering footwork and placement of blades, witnessing as the blade came towards his hand. A snort ensued, following with strength, instinct, and hard lines of precision – lifting his own sword to try and catch at Harper’s, then pushing, intending to cross the line of their munitions aggressively, savagely, an entanglement of all those days spent upon battlefields, of too many wars bent between his bones. Not only did he want to displace the other man’s weapon, there was the potential of his sword coming towards Harper’s left shoulder, perhaps leaving a mark chiseled in its manifestation. Maybe Harper would be fast enough to evade it entirely – lighter, likely more agile and fleet of foot than himself.
Unite and spread the heart apart
