HARPER
In this manner, this school of munitions and macabre preparation, Harper does not mind as much the heavy gaze that watches him on his rounds. Here, when he is student and sparring partner, there is far less anxiety than when he stands before Deimos as a man who holds Kiada in his heart. Each weapon is given the due respect and time, recalling his work with each one and determining what is best. Though he prides himself on being formidable with all of them, Harper is still a performer, and can't help but to want to show off.
Deimos seems quite the opposite if the slight betrayal of his surprise is any indication. Harper smiles warmly, not pressing the compliment as it likely would only make the man uncomfortable, but ensuring that the notion is properly understood. With nothing else to say he follows Deimos to the proper training area, all the while spinning and exchanging hands upon the hilt of his weapon, adjusting to the length and weight.
The indication of first strike is expected, though no less daunting for it. Harper does not allow it to force hesitation upon him though, instead lunging forward in a simple head-on jab of his sword towards the man's wielding hand, feet light and perfectly centered, blade angled to either make contact or parry the man's defensive maneuver. Harper is much smaller than Deimos, but he hopes his tenacity and fearlessness will work in his favor. He has taken down much larger titans with much heavier ramifications, and hopes this will merely be a fun exploration of talent and skill. That he will not devolve into such dark memories and instinctive motions.
Deimos seems quite the opposite if the slight betrayal of his surprise is any indication. Harper smiles warmly, not pressing the compliment as it likely would only make the man uncomfortable, but ensuring that the notion is properly understood. With nothing else to say he follows Deimos to the proper training area, all the while spinning and exchanging hands upon the hilt of his weapon, adjusting to the length and weight.
The indication of first strike is expected, though no less daunting for it. Harper does not allow it to force hesitation upon him though, instead lunging forward in a simple head-on jab of his sword towards the man's wielding hand, feet light and perfectly centered, blade angled to either make contact or parry the man's defensive maneuver. Harper is much smaller than Deimos, but he hopes his tenacity and fearlessness will work in his favor. He has taken down much larger titans with much heavier ramifications, and hopes this will merely be a fun exploration of talent and skill. That he will not devolve into such dark memories and instinctive motions.
Pain is a well-intentioned weatherman
Predicting God as best he can
Predicting God as best he can
