DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Evie could have her theories; Deimos would likely do the same, had she proposed any unique game or challenge. Easily provoked and incised into mischief, antics, or anything involving some measure of violence, part of his antics merely stemmed from enjoyment, a yearning to unfurl another layer of potential in his mind, in his actions, in his movements. To be unpredictable, to learn and gain more, to stretch foundations into something playful and wicked – all tied together into chaotic semblances and amusements.
His grin deepened when she agreed, snagging at the halberd. “You did very well when there was stripping on the line,” and he shrugged his shoulders, clearly attempting to fluster her, as he began a slow, stalking measure around her; not unlike a great cat. Then she lunged, and he dodged quickly, efficiently, not without the smirk on his features as he felt the air from the training weapon hasten nearby.
In the wake of her movement and motion, the Sword opted to strike, coming towards her ribcage from her right side, extending the blade out with skill, precision, and lifetimes of experience.
His grin deepened when she agreed, snagging at the halberd. “You did very well when there was stripping on the line,” and he shrugged his shoulders, clearly attempting to fluster her, as he began a slow, stalking measure around her; not unlike a great cat. Then she lunged, and he dodged quickly, efficiently, not without the smirk on his features as he felt the air from the training weapon hasten nearby.
In the wake of her movement and motion, the Sword opted to strike, coming towards her ribcage from her right side, extending the blade out with skill, precision, and lifetimes of experience.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
