Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Inspired by the latest Ludo games, and several recruits lacking in basic stealth precisions, Deimos had taken over a small portion of the market square, with merchants’ permissions, to hold some measure of war tactics. While the civilians were allowed to come and go as they pleased, and he wouldn’t have thought it’d put any pause on their activities, there had been a small gathering of onlookers beginning to meander through and around as he stood in front of the small collection of soldiers.These eight had been assembled and singled out, due to their unfortunate measures in the latest run of makeshift duels and skirmishes. Glancing over them, there hadn’t been any real pinpoint conjectures over why they’d failed so miserably; rather a combination of things. Some hadn’t given an ounce of thought over their figure. Some hadn’t utilized their attuned proportions or incantations. Some lacked experience. But they were about to receive some now.
Hands behind his back for a moment, he gave out clear instructions. “Four of you will hide amongst this area,” mapped out and sectioned off accordingly, with only a span of several stalls, alleys, and buildings in between. “And four of you will seek the others out. The goal is to practice your covert skills.” A pause, tilting his head, studying them all for a moment. “Each of you have the ability. Use your cleverness, shifts, items, and magic.” Mimicking real-life tactics, should they ever have to put them into battle. Pointing at a bench, occupied by an older woman knitting, “This is your goal. You want to make it back to Mrs. Lupine before you are spotted.” The aforementioned lady gave a hearty wave, with a Cheshire grin to match. There were a few snickers from passersby to follow suit.
Taking a breath, and nodding to those opting to conceal themselves first, he gave the call. “You have two minutes. Your time starts now.” There was a great flurry of movement and motion as the warriors scurried in various directions, and Deimos instructed the remaining four to turn around. He did the same, minding the time, nodding to those passing through.
