remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Deimos had this role before – when there were wars, when there were hollowed reaches of hell bordering upon them at all times, when there was a different world pressing in around them. He’d trained and administered then too, offered tactics and strategies, specious bouts of duplicity in the midst of battle, striving for advantageous angles. Here it was altered and changed, setting up the barracks so others would have opportunity to better themselves, to enable strength, thoughts, and defensive maneuvers, in case of future upheavals, in case of foretold events, in case of disaster and mayhem stringing itself together all over again. He always felt better that these inhabitants and individuals at least had the chance to develop and utilize abilities, whether it be in magic or munitions.He watched her from the corner of his eye as he continued the same paces – she was more fluid this time, remaining in the stance he’d instructed her to perform before. A nod came along with his approval, still remaining there in the vivid silence.
“Now this,” and the Sword maneuvered back into a familiar position, placing his left leg in front this time, raising the weapon in front of his chest, both palms wrapped around the pommel. “It is similar in efforts to the last one, but coming from a different point. You can still block, and it uses your momentum and force to head straight towards an enemy’s chest.” Or neck, depending on how much an opponent could defend themselves, if they could step out of the way in time. He launched forward, as if an imaginary foe prevailed before him (but not for long), the span of his armaments coasting through the air, rapt, swift demonstrations of power and precision.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
