[Training] After a long winter

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

Outcries of soldiers echoed throughout the barracks, reverberating against stone, as they cheered on their fellow warriors. One spar rotated through the open dais, while the Sword watched from the sidelines, not taking his eyes off glorified motions and spinning tactics, gaze narrowing in speculative study, until a mark was made. There was a tumultuous stirring from the audience, where he snorted, arching a brow, insinuating his instruction to the two settled into their duel. “Too slow on the shift,” he noted to the taller, broader soldier holding his struck side, already bested by the woman resting her sword arm. “Excellent work on the turn,” Deimos noted in passing to her, intending to make further remarks when another sidled up beside him.

A piece of paper extended towards his hand, and with a quick read, he nodded. “Continue,” he motioned to the rest – before turning back down hallways, towards the parlor, where a familiar form waited.

“Darkeye,” he announced with a rumble and arch of his brow, sidling towards the fire himself. But instead of coiling before it in comfort and ease, he ensured it flared higher, into a warm, roaring flame, before tilting his head at the cleric. “What brings you to Halo? I trust everything went well during Deepfrost?”

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I