[SE] [Training] a mess of thorns

remember that you can't save everyone

remember that you have to try

Allotting the Dragoon a moment to catch his breath, Deimos never quite ceased maneuvering; strides not unlike many predators, sweeping along as he waited and debated. The question made him grin though. “Fought a leviathan,” was the simplest answer. “Then asked Safrin to craft it into armor.” A notation of reward within risk; though that had never been a thought crossing his mind whenever he stepped into the battlefield in any capacity. Survival; first and foremost, for any of his constituents and whatever means they were hoping to protect and confront. Everything else thereafter was subject to alteration and consideration.

But then they were moving once more. Kaisel either didn’t appreciate the advice or kept it collected for another time – as he simply surged forward again. The angle of the blade left some things to be desired, managing to stifle a snort as he rotated out of range, save for the angle of his shoulders, purposefully taking the hit upon glinted scales.

This time, he thought in such proximity, he might be able to churn the younger man right off his feet. That was the goal, anyway, as he unleashed another gust of torrents and wind, intending to lift and place the soldier further back; displaced but unharmed.

out for vengeance

DEIMOS

Kaisel

Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me

Kaisel just straight up didn't have the energy to run around the training field and duck for cover behind anything but the sword he had on hand, and even that is wearing him down. A sword and a shield, he's decided, is not the combo he really wants in the future. Tried and true for some, and it felt better in his hand the longer he worked, but the shield just isn't worth the weight for him. Even now, as he fights to bring it up and guard against Deimo's latest assault, it lags and the bottom catches the wind. Like a sail the bottom whips up with the force of the magic, the top of it slapping his head, while the air used that metal sail to tug him from his feet. Wind is strong, but folds and cuts around the objects in its path, sometimes in unexpected ways.

Heaving for breath as he sat on the ground for a minute, Kaisel gathers his senses back. "Cool," he says with a grin to Deimos, getting back to his feet steadily. "I'm beat," he acknolwedges with a huff, "but I learned a lot. Thanks for training with me and using your wind." Kaisel starts to strip off the loaned pieces of equipment, setting them back where he found them. "Hope your sick ass armor got what it needed too. It's gonna be even more awesome!"

Here only the strong survive

remember that you can't save everyone

remember that you have to try

Ceasing the strength and surge of the wind as soon as the Dragoon seemed quite done, Deimos tilted his head, studying, before segmenting anything further. “You did well and adapted quickly. You are welcome – and thank you for the assistance.” At least with all these instructions and implications, the Sword would be one step closer to upgrading the armor, and having something readily available for Starfall once more. Offering his hand to Kaisel, to pick the younger man cleanly off the stone floor, he snorted. “Feel free to come back anytime.” Especially when they had multitudes of other trainings and armaments to offer.

[FIN]

out for vengeance

DEIMOS