DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
He watched; the game different now. Here he wasn’t intending to match blow for blow, and permitted, allowed, the scope of the instruction to alter and change. For his blade to be maneuvered and moved as she applied other properties and techniques, half a smile indulged in the corner of his mouth as the hammer caught, twisted, angling his weapon off – his eyes facing the hammer. “Good,” he uttered, then stepped back.
“Try another,” insisting she not go for the same thing twice, that she strive and try for an alternative, to attempt other circumstances. One never knew when and where the opportunities would come to pass, come apart, unravel and unfurl at the seams.
This time, he aimed his blade on a differing scale, coming in towards her right side, inclining and intending for ribs – stopping once more short of the armor.
“Try another,” insisting she not go for the same thing twice, that she strive and try for an alternative, to attempt other circumstances. One never knew when and where the opportunities would come to pass, come apart, unravel and unfurl at the seams.
This time, he aimed his blade on a differing scale, coming in towards her right side, inclining and intending for ribs – stopping once more short of the armor.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
