Deimos
At the sound of Sah’s voice and the subsequent greeting, the General nodded, breaking away from the ongoing crowd with one last look at the skirmish – pinpointing some reminders for later – before addressing the Thunder once they were a few strides aside. “Morning,” and though his gaze narrowed at the notes of fatigue around the other man’s features, he suppressed the inquiries threatening to launch. Perhaps it had been his children, or any of the other subsequent issues surrounding Cordelia and him.
Indifferent towards his restlessness, for the Sword was a oeuvre in calm, composed disposition, the monolith removed his furs and rolled his shoulders, feeling the surge of power immediately beginning to pulse through veins and bloodstreams. “Just magic.” It had been a long time since he’d stretched out simply those compulsions in any training – mostly used for everyday compliance or the occasional misadventure against monsters.
Taking his place several paces away, he gave Sah the first maneuver. “When you are ready.”
Indifferent towards his restlessness, for the Sword was a oeuvre in calm, composed disposition, the monolith removed his furs and rolled his shoulders, feeling the surge of power immediately beginning to pulse through veins and bloodstreams. “Just magic.” It had been a long time since he’d stretched out simply those compulsions in any training – mostly used for everyday compliance or the occasional misadventure against monsters.
Taking his place several paces away, he gave Sah the first maneuver. “When you are ready.”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
