remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Watching, waiting, analyzing the situation, the mountain remained scrupulous and meticulous in his calculations. It’d always been the way on battlefields too, gauging opponents for weaknesses, for flaws in their movements, motions, where he could best strike. Magic was an entirely different venue though, mired and rooted in complexities of the unknown. He knew what he was capable of, but not an adversary’s potential, prowess, or incantations – what conspired and contorted through their figures.He was pleasantly surprised to see water bursting, a swift, shooting forward of the cascading droplets, and though he dropped his smirk, Deimos was content with the familiarity of such enchantments. The monolith attempted to maneuver out of its range, but either Morgan’s magic had been too quick, or he’d been too slow – it pummeled against his left shoulder, a knot of aches centered along the mass of muscle. The Sword nodded in respect towards the maneuver, then began his own.
Water contorted and unfurled from his own entity, and he concentrated, honed, in on the size of its mass, growing, growing, growing, until it resembled a large bubble, filled to the brim. On mischief, on mayhem, on tactics stirred in mere bedlam, he attempted to control the accumulation until it was above Morgan’s head, and then intended to drop it; a sweeping gesture of deluges and torrents.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
