DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
It depended on the weapon and the ability, but he wouldn’t make an argument of it. When the inquiry rounded back to him, there was little hesitation. “Something against Ascended abilities.” Which might’ve been sensible and boring, dull and practical, but a necessity nonetheless. They knew exactly where they stood in the frameworks of war, and the eventuality kept stinging, kept nettling, like thorns on the horizon. “Or magic that you cannot deter.” Like something similar to his Life Drain capabilities, dark and overwhelming, invisible and intertwined. How did one guard something they couldn’t see? When it bounded and leapt upon the shields they’d provided themselves. “Any advantage you can take.”
Because from what he’d recently experienced, their adversaries would do the same.
Because from what he’d recently experienced, their adversaries would do the same.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
