DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Protection and defense would be useful at any point in time – he’d been a strict practician and lecturer of the concepts. From there, he’d spread it across each individual deigned to yield to his instruction, ensuring they could preserve, shield, and shelter, in the wake of Caido and all its chaotic balances. Perhaps, because, in some part, he was tired of seeing so many fall to its mayhem. He'd much rather hear of how they survived and persisted and remained, instead of how they perished and succumbed.
He could feel her push back though, goaded and incensed, and a juvenile smirk crossed his lips immediately, altering his own stance to be strong, unyielding, an enduring fortitude. Her concession was treated in light regard, perhaps a wrinkled nose, before stepping back, maneuvering out of her range with a twist of his frame. “New weapon for me,” summoned a warm chuckle (and mild gloating), and he swiftly switched the wooden blade for a staff, comfortable amidst the calloused hands.
And rushed towards her again, swiping out at her legs with the armament’s extended reach.
He could feel her push back though, goaded and incensed, and a juvenile smirk crossed his lips immediately, altering his own stance to be strong, unyielding, an enduring fortitude. Her concession was treated in light regard, perhaps a wrinkled nose, before stepping back, maneuvering out of her range with a twist of his frame. “New weapon for me,” summoned a warm chuckle (and mild gloating), and he swiftly switched the wooden blade for a staff, comfortable amidst the calloused hands.
And rushed towards her again, swiping out at her legs with the armament’s extended reach.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
