I carried my own ashes to the mountains
“It depends. They can always choose not to answer if it bothers them.” There was no right or wrong answer – just a way to gauge and weigh out the parameters of Sah’s options. Ultimately, it would be up to the individual whether they sought, wanted, or required help; positions pivoting and alternating when necessary. Just as the Sword never forced his warrior skills, taught, or instructed those disinterested, afraid, or apprehensive about the notions of combat, the other Abandoned would have to forge along his comfort levels in the advisor role.
But if Sah thought Deimos’ keen ears and mind wouldn’t hone on the statement before the crows initiated their inevitable demise, then he didn’t know the soldier well. His eyes narrowed briefly, head tilted a fraction, ignoring Belial’s stubborn outcries (yearning to go after the fellow fliers). “What do you mean?”
Otherwise, given the other proportions flung out at this ridiculous display, his eyes watched the descent of the birds. Completely unbothered by the subtle accusation, and acting as though he had nothing to do with it, he folded his arms across his chest and watched – as a casual bystander. Unless things went horribly awry, which Deimos doubted, given Sah’s current skill, he’d merely glance back and forth between execution of magic and inept fowl.
There was an arch to his brow at the electrified armor (maybe a snort too for the bluster), but a nod for the use of telekinesis, which had also heightened in power since the last time he’d seen it. “Not bad,” and so he compelled more out of personal amusement, and to push the Abandoned, permitting them to circle above, taunting, with more cries. One or two dove for extra measure.
But if Sah thought Deimos’ keen ears and mind wouldn’t hone on the statement before the crows initiated their inevitable demise, then he didn’t know the soldier well. His eyes narrowed briefly, head tilted a fraction, ignoring Belial’s stubborn outcries (yearning to go after the fellow fliers). “What do you mean?”
Otherwise, given the other proportions flung out at this ridiculous display, his eyes watched the descent of the birds. Completely unbothered by the subtle accusation, and acting as though he had nothing to do with it, he folded his arms across his chest and watched – as a casual bystander. Unless things went horribly awry, which Deimos doubted, given Sah’s current skill, he’d merely glance back and forth between execution of magic and inept fowl.
There was an arch to his brow at the electrified armor (maybe a snort too for the bluster), but a nod for the use of telekinesis, which had also heightened in power since the last time he’d seen it. “Not bad,” and so he compelled more out of personal amusement, and to push the Abandoned, permitting them to circle above, taunting, with more cries. One or two dove for extra measure.
DEIMOS
