DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
It was true – Deimos would’ve allowed Oliver to commit to the actions just to see what would happen. If he’d learned anything. If the foolhardiness and ignorance still seeped into bones. Still lingered in thoughts. Would he have stepped in if it became too much?
Maybe. Probably.
He watched as the blacksmith’s assault seemed to be going somewhat well – the kicks to the chest would likely be smarting later – and then concentrated on his own efforts. The Sword’s paws and claws clenched down upon flesh, an inherent disposition no matter his incarnation, and a rumble of a growl stirred in his soul. No outright vehemence or violence, simple tactics drove him onward, attempting to dodge the kicks intended for his bones, landing upon the ground to redirect his focus. The beast then launched with vigilant, brutal force towards the stag’s left side, striving to bring it entirely down.
Maybe. Probably.
He watched as the blacksmith’s assault seemed to be going somewhat well – the kicks to the chest would likely be smarting later – and then concentrated on his own efforts. The Sword’s paws and claws clenched down upon flesh, an inherent disposition no matter his incarnation, and a rumble of a growl stirred in his soul. No outright vehemence or violence, simple tactics drove him onward, attempting to dodge the kicks intended for his bones, landing upon the ground to redirect his focus. The beast then launched with vigilant, brutal force towards the stag’s left side, striving to bring it entirely down.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
