DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
One last soul made it to the top, and their volleying rounds of applause surged while the rest began their trek back downwards. With that particular session over, they could take breaks and breathers by the braziers, or cool down in the vestiges of the cool air, before beginning their next rounds. Deimos tugged the ropes and tethers back into place, and had only begun walking towards one of the newest guards, when another stepped forward, a clearing of a throat indicating his presence was required.
A shift in his stance and the incline of his head over shoulders hastened the softest of snorts – for he had his own training to attend to. Promises and convictions from days before, when they’d altered and changed their leadership roles (a relief). “Of course,” and he nodded, noting in the back of his mind to discuss things with the other guard later.
They’d agreed on weapons, and his gaze went to the Warhammer, ensuring he’d require some form of armor. Presuming she’d follow him towards the cleared out area for designated skirmishes, the monolith strode over to the sidelines, grabbing hold, applying, and rendering protective pieces upon his own form. “Was there anything in particular you wanted to work on?” Thereafter, he snagged at his preferred weapon – aptly the sword – from his belt.
A shift in his stance and the incline of his head over shoulders hastened the softest of snorts – for he had his own training to attend to. Promises and convictions from days before, when they’d altered and changed their leadership roles (a relief). “Of course,” and he nodded, noting in the back of his mind to discuss things with the other guard later.
They’d agreed on weapons, and his gaze went to the Warhammer, ensuring he’d require some form of armor. Presuming she’d follow him towards the cleared out area for designated skirmishes, the monolith strode over to the sidelines, grabbing hold, applying, and rendering protective pieces upon his own form. “Was there anything in particular you wanted to work on?” Thereafter, he snagged at his preferred weapon – aptly the sword – from his belt.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
