whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Somehow, Loren found the time to both plan and participate in this exhibition match. Although he was always happy to stretch his magical and martial capabilities, he wasn’t sure how he felt about showing them off in front of all these people. Too late now, though. Grinning a bit sheepishly at the crowd, he waited for Deimos to finish speaking.Given that the General had flattened the summoner in their last match, he wasn’t eager to get started. Besides, he figured he should let the word spread first. So he simply walked a few paces from the other man, then turned to face Deimos. Loren’s arms were held easily at his sides, and he’d swapped his fancy clothes for form-fitting black ones that were nevertheless easy to move in. While he could’ve brought a whole plethora of fun toys to play with, he’d decided against it.
what goes, let go
LOREN
