remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Despite the cacophony of sound, an intermingling of clashing weapons and soldier reverberations, another’s voice came out of the familiar clarity, and into something unknown. As the rest of them failed to falter, leering in and poking at ribcages, laughing as they landed blows, his tall frame stood over them, gazing over at the stranger. His eyes narrowed, not in dangerous treading, but careful perusal, speculation, and study - though he found no collective memory of this individual, nor the dragon nearby. Stepping out of the fissure and fault lines of the collective sparring circle, perhaps giving a wayward pat on the back to a nearby warrior, he advanced towards the newcomer. Though not one to shirk or shun a potential skirmish, the inquiring, machinating part of his mind wouldn’t shy away from queries either. “Depends on who is seeking to practice,” he answered in his residual low rumbles, head tilting, stare going towards the companion, before the piercing depths returned to the woman. Sticking out his hand, he proceeded to start mild introductions. “I am Deimos.” Pausing momentarily, gaze rounding over to the wall of armaments, he returned to the notions at large. “And your weapon of choice.”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
