remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Initially, the lack of a training grounds orchestrated by his own hands hadn’t bothered him. Deimos had often learned to make do with what little he had; providing, presiding, plotting until he’d managed to circumvent all the other circumstances, and blend into his characteristic determination. The Hollowed Grounds barracks had once been shambles of an empty, barren field and wooden oblivion. The Halo particulars had once been contorted in holes and forgotten as a structure. And he’d strived, persevered with assistance, until they’d had something suitable for everyone to utilize and practice within.And if there was a pang of regret for all the asinine decisions he’d made, it was the loss of a role he’d cherished and loved.
But the lack of a title didn’t stop him from teaching, from applying, from functioning on those same features. So, behind all their shelters, he set to work ensuring there was a flattened proportion to work upon. He could scale it into other pieces later, if they needed to bombard from hills or implement procedures for running along more than just plateaus. Some targets were made – these structures built to last instead of suffering under their ministrations as his last ones. Some pieces rendered into effigies of enemies. Some were mere backdrops of enclosed circles, waiting for someone to find their mark.
The soldier in him craved the blade this morning; so he marched diligently along the framework of his creation, glancing off to the side. Zuriel and Belial were there – the latter far more interested than the former – and the midst of silence stretched beyond. Until his swiftness took over, and the snow couldn't control him, couldn't slow him, and the speed exerting, presiding, permitting him to slice against one of the effigies, listening to the wood crack under the pressure.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
