remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Nothing really went well.For the Attuned natured, both Rance and Aisha should’ve had the upper hand, based on size alone. But Deimos expected the woman’s predilections, her assertion and dominance in swordplay, to somehow range back into aggression, poise, and precision amidst the leopard form. The notion of going for the larger birds, the raptorial aspects of talons and wings, was a wise decision. It simply didn’t work out for either of them.
Her paws swiped, but clenched nothing. Her talons poised for the kill, but hit only air.
Rance’s advice was a strong, enduring one, but that was where calculations could only go so far. The birds slipped out of his grasp too, and eventually began to dive bomb near their heads, seemingly no matter the distinctive weight or height – from little to large, a flurry and fury, pecking towards eyes, leering amidst jaws. It was as much defiance as the others had tried to muster.
The Sword narrowed his gaze at the compelled animals, at the ways in which Rance and Aisha had fought, and seemingly left wanting. Collaborate. What else could you do together? A team effort in the storm and squall; because that’s how things would eventually end up, depending on where they defended along this earth.
Then to the deluge of water – and Oliver’s trials. Where Freina seemed to still be contemplating her actions, the young blacksmith seemed to come up with a plan – a baffling, bewildering, and stupefying one.
Had he just made a towel to cease, desist, and stop a flood of water?
Oliver, and the tone within was stern, flattened, the weight of his disapproval behind it. How would that ever be effective? Into further punishment, the deluge of his powers didn’t cease, and the towel’s fabric, wet, soused, thoroughly soaked, slapped Oliver directly in the face; as if it too was bothered by the ignorance.
To make matters worse, the incantations spread and knocked apart the rocks, the wood, and the earth, paying absolutely no mind to his telekinesis. It flowed on and on, intending to rampage straight into Oliver.
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Try another tactic? No post order!
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
