DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
He gave one last piercing look to several other lurkers and lingerers; the not as brave skittered elsewhere, and the more audacious merely pretended to return to their duties – whatever those happened to be. A lecture that he couldn’t voice was on the tip of his tongue, before he returned his attention to Tal.
A very spiteful image of Sunjata being ripped to shreds by an axe sent him into another half-grin, nodding, permitting the courier to start while he surveyed. His observations were made in keen, scrutinizing adherence, archaic denizens of age-old traditions. The Sword’s survey went from stances, to grasps, to the way in which the youth attacked and assaulted the inanimate object, making mental notes along movements. Where there was fluidity, where there were angles to correct, where lines could be altered for a more advantageous motion.
He gave away nothing, other than the predacious tilt of his head. The same notched smile in the corner of his mouth remained when the thump of impact wore into the effigy’s shoulder, and engrained further when the Natural’s offer came through. “By all means,” because it’d be hilarious to see Sunjata in pieces.
A very spiteful image of Sunjata being ripped to shreds by an axe sent him into another half-grin, nodding, permitting the courier to start while he surveyed. His observations were made in keen, scrutinizing adherence, archaic denizens of age-old traditions. The Sword’s survey went from stances, to grasps, to the way in which the youth attacked and assaulted the inanimate object, making mental notes along movements. Where there was fluidity, where there were angles to correct, where lines could be altered for a more advantageous motion.
He gave away nothing, other than the predacious tilt of his head. The same notched smile in the corner of his mouth remained when the thump of impact wore into the effigy’s shoulder, and engrained further when the Natural’s offer came through. “By all means,” because it’d be hilarious to see Sunjata in pieces.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
