remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Deimos glanced at the shields, narrowing his eyes again, knowing full well some incantations could simply go around such a device in its most simplistic form. The following inquiry caused his piercing gaze to segment back to the Dragoon, all knives and brimstone. “Most tend to have something blessed by the gods,” or created, in his case. Even he had armor for such notions, only worn when facets and factions truly disagreed with him. “And other Abandoned use their own magic to combat another’s.” Easier, truly, to wield his enchantments as blockades or ramparts, and twist, turn, them into demolition and destruction within the next breath. “You learn your own techniques.” Like running, hiding behind larger objects, and the like.Wondering how much good the buckler was going to do, the Sword sighed and didn’t bother asking, beginning to pace himself away, granting and giving distance so Koa might actually have time to dodge what was coming to him. The request thereafter didn’t even make him pause, because some manner of pettiness made him actually want to aim specifically for those areas now, so he shook his head vaguely, before turning back.
Yards in between instead of just feet, he gave the Dragoon the benefit of instances. “Prepare yourself,” by whatever means he had available – for moments later, without moving a muscle, coiled proportions of fire hastened in three spiraling, spinning orbs, before being flung in the youth’s direction.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
