DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Aisha merely received a snort for her response, and the skirmish was on. He didn’t need to test the weight of his weapon, didn’t need to spin, didn’t need to alter any modicums about his prowess; he hadn’t been born with a blade in his hand, but it came quickly thereafter. It was an extension of his being, a tumultuous wake capable of destruction, of combat, of demolition, or simply protection – however the situation howled, presided, and marked.
This one was practice; and could rein in any overbearing tendencies. There was no need for onslaught and terror, no need for the outcry of bedlam, no need for a menacing, malicious arc and press to his movements. This was muscle memory and defiance, this was rooted calculations in the grounding of his motions, in the shifting of their frames, in the testing of their techniques and figures.
She’d be swift, which meant he had to be faster. A deflection first, sliding away from steel, and then she turned its armaments back towards his side. His timing was off as he maneuvered the blade back, either from afflictions, or the simple range of her rapid motions, and so it skimmed over the metal instead of fully blocking. He snorted again, shaking his head, but then taking the opportunity in its lowered prowess to try and cut upwards, towards her torso.
This one was practice; and could rein in any overbearing tendencies. There was no need for onslaught and terror, no need for the outcry of bedlam, no need for a menacing, malicious arc and press to his movements. This was muscle memory and defiance, this was rooted calculations in the grounding of his motions, in the shifting of their frames, in the testing of their techniques and figures.
She’d be swift, which meant he had to be faster. A deflection first, sliding away from steel, and then she turned its armaments back towards his side. His timing was off as he maneuvered the blade back, either from afflictions, or the simple range of her rapid motions, and so it skimmed over the metal instead of fully blocking. He snorted again, shaking his head, but then taking the opportunity in its lowered prowess to try and cut upwards, towards her torso.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
