DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
A waiting expanse and then the matter of deflections all over again; and he was moving, moving, moving, striving to rotate as she did. But for all his dexterity, he was still more to maneuver than she, and as he reached, as he sought and extended the blade to block her incoming strike – he’d become bound by his own fortifications, monolithic height, and the angle of her weapon came down right upon his bicep, just as she’d intended.
A growl tore through him as the numbing ache bound against the bunched brawn there, and a sneer contorted along his features too – a feral wake beginning to unfurl over his eyes. A challenge. A provocation. The tirades were on - no more easygoing tenacity. “Clever,” he announced, giving credit where credit was due, utilizing his form against him.
So he plunged onwards, shifting sword hands, giving the arm a chance to return to some residual, unhampered state, giving chase, angling downwards towards her legs, where the blocking might be awkward, striving to trip her up.
A growl tore through him as the numbing ache bound against the bunched brawn there, and a sneer contorted along his features too – a feral wake beginning to unfurl over his eyes. A challenge. A provocation. The tirades were on - no more easygoing tenacity. “Clever,” he announced, giving credit where credit was due, utilizing his form against him.
So he plunged onwards, shifting sword hands, giving the arm a chance to return to some residual, unhampered state, giving chase, angling downwards towards her legs, where the blocking might be awkward, striving to trip her up.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
