[PQ] every fire fueled

DEIMOS Delivered from the blasts The Reaper, the Sword, was always intrigued by the way others fought, by the lengths in which they’d go to succeed. Jyon was new to the intricacies, but dove headlong into it, tried, while Wessex’s experience was encased and embodied in her movements. Both were worth studying, examining, and scrutinizing, looking either for flaws or successful feats, where they fell into arenas and decibels of fighting. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on Jyon’s side this time, her strike only pressing into air, Wessex’s absence noted on her defensive ploy, still swift despite the beat of the sun. In an interesting turn of events, the same could be said for the Wraith’s endeavors, the bio-pulse not striking true upon the Attuned, but felt by the beast himself. He growled at the tactics, a sudden disorientation and dizzying effect careening along his frame, heart racing while he stood stock still – a narrowing of his eyes as it passed, tempted to gesture at a flare of his life drain back at her, a warning, in the rumble of his chest. He managed to subdue the potential onslaught, calm and composed again, though less impressed with her schemes. While they tended to new orchestrations and assaults, his gaze lingered on Kiada, whose participants had yet to start. In a ruffian, impish decree, he thought about hurling his sword over and seeing which one flinched first out of sheer depravity and iniquity, a foil of amusement and ultimatums. Instead, because he had to be the commanding force in this situation, the mountain’s voice pierced over the melee. “Wessex, would you spar with Kiada?” A toss of his head indicated the situation, striving not to roll his eyes. “She is a shifter too.” The notes added in case that type of onslaught still intrigued her. Then he picked up his sword, the weight and feel of it applied to callouses in his palms, a beacon home, raising it to implore a challenge to Jyon. “My turn. Make your move.” He maneuvered into a defensive position, watching, waiting, for her chosen motion. -- Based on dice roll, both Wessex and Jyon miss one another (but Wessex’s bio-pulse hits Deimos on the edges. Oops.) Wessex has been asked to go spar with Kiada, and Deimos asks Jyon to try and attack him. No post order! One more round should cover it! Sorry for the delays. D: the last of a line of lasts