DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
This time the Sword did manage a laugh, rough and wild, an echoing volley that resounded over the stonework and eaves. “A terrible burden.” Then he wrinkled his nose, very juvenile and boyish, before they could maneuver back into the intricacies of the skirmish.
He arched a brow at her mere moving away (understandable; evasion was a common tactic, and he’d utilized it many times before), but the beast had also been tempted to test. To instigate that level of prowess. To see how far they could push and pummel. To examine and assess the Warden’s true capabilities.
The close quarters meant her hammer wouldn’t have the ferocity, swiftness, or space required – and he intended to rankle those boundaries again. The Sword watched her from the corner of his eye, movements and motions meant to elude from behind, but no strike. Perhaps she was waiting to see what he’d concoct too.
So he swept outwards, turning, twisting, and maneuvering in her direction, to the left in another quick launch, his massive form managing to maintain speed and precision despite its monolithic demeanor. His sword extended and reached, striving to angle its way towards her shoulders, attempting to rankle defenses or assaults once more.
He arched a brow at her mere moving away (understandable; evasion was a common tactic, and he’d utilized it many times before), but the beast had also been tempted to test. To instigate that level of prowess. To see how far they could push and pummel. To examine and assess the Warden’s true capabilities.
The close quarters meant her hammer wouldn’t have the ferocity, swiftness, or space required – and he intended to rankle those boundaries again. The Sword watched her from the corner of his eye, movements and motions meant to elude from behind, but no strike. Perhaps she was waiting to see what he’d concoct too.
So he swept outwards, turning, twisting, and maneuvering in her direction, to the left in another quick launch, his massive form managing to maintain speed and precision despite its monolithic demeanor. His sword extended and reached, striving to angle its way towards her shoulders, attempting to rankle defenses or assaults once more.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
