remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Another slash of his weapon seized over the punctures, the wounds, on the effigy’s form, tearing along lacerations from the bottom, then to the top, as if grating over an enemy, an adversary, from battlefields long ago. Ordinarily he’d be content with the destruction, but not today, not when the irritation, vexation, rattled against his mind, and he had nowhere else to place it but upon that damned figure. Crushing blows and ignited vehemence could only go so far, and he stepped back, away for a moment, to allow the fortitude of his endurance to recover, utilizing more and more each day, remembering what he was before the sickness, before everything had gone so horrendously bad – He raised his head at the sound of another coming, distinct against the clamor of the other blades, snorting at Loren’s appearance and commentary. His gaze slid back to the nearly-obliterated dummy; shrugging at the instigated nuances, at the way the stuffing hastened out like war wounds. “I cannot destroy the real person. This will have to make do.” Jigano and his selfish, pretentious ilk, his utterly useless, inept, existence…the Sword could have gone on, but ceased with an arched brow. “What brings you here?” Deimos presumed some method of training, remaining uncertain in what regions or realms Loren required practice, skirmishes, or experiences; unless it had been merely to find him, and something else was going on.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
