remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
The Sword had never been an individual to remain stagnant in his skills. One could always improve, learn from others, and build up a repertoire of schemes, maneuvers, plots, and tactics they might not have otherwise experienced. The monolith wasn’t immune to mistake or blunders either, and still strived to hone in the inherency of his enchantments, strength, and formidability. He intended to remain a fortress, a fortification, for those requiring shielding, protection, and safety; instilling and extending, might, demolition into the wake of his existence.Fervent to act outside of the barracks, to survey portions of the world since LongNight’s reign, he studied and scrutinized the remnants of realms long since passed; the rubble not seemingly out of place. It wouldn’t be disturbed by their presence either – ghosts of the ether likely used to the movements and motions of time slipping by, of individuals careening, and then flickering away into nothingness.
Morgan’s choice of ancient, primordial courtyard was suitable – flat and open, the pillars and stones likely to remain unbothered by any actions they unfurled. Zuriel maneuvered along, indifferent to the cause, nosey, poking about several ruins.
The Warden’s insistence about rules made the General wonder just how their skirmishes had gone elsewhere. Very rarely did Deimos have to set any parameters – respectable, honorable, a back and forth volley of maneuvers and defenses, ceasing immediately before anything went too far. His training exercises had been mostly about experience, involvements, thinking clearly, efficiently, and striving for an optimal outcome. So he arched a brow as he took up an area, stretching out his arms. “Death is unnecessary,” settling in his own cheeky sentiments, the slightest of grins. “Magic. Four rounds. No detrimental injuries.” Nothing Zuriel couldn’t mend anyway. He had too many things to accomplish in the near future.
He could feel the pulsing, pervading vibes of the incantations piercing through his veins, ready, willing, and able. “Your move.” An offering, since she was the visitor.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
