remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
The compliment earned a look of surprise upon the Sword’s features – head raised, eyes widening and then blinking rapidly, as if he’d potentially misheard – and then a sheepish glance to the ground. “Thank you,” he measured, instead of the habitual self-deprecating notions or placing a quick quip about how anyone must’ve been better, in the leagues and history of this world. “For the good of Halo,” he afforded a grin in return, eventually, and a swift nod to assert the semblances.Noah’s choice of close-range weaponry didn’t earn the same bewilderment, but Deimos would be glad for the venture regardless. He wasn’t as well versed with the spear as he was with a multitude of other weapons, having taken up the spear in only the past year or so, but he’d be content with practicing it. “Sounds good,” and he snagged at the multitudes of weapons near his bag of holding, allowing his calloused palms to embrace the weight of it across his hand.
Backing away from the rush of soldiers implementing their own duties, aims, and catapults, he ensured they had an adequate amount of space for what was bound to occur, while still being able to keep an eye on them if things went awry. Jutting his jawline towards the Sentinel, he took on a battle stance, waiting for the first move. “When you are ready.”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
