who we are and all that we're trying to be
Patient and diligent, no matter rank or title, the Sword remained guarded and ready, a tilt of his head there, waiting to see what the Abandoned could manifest. To no surprise, Sah readily applied his advantage and experience into the threshold: a crackle, a spurring, a spurn of thunder and lightning, strayed and stayed, cultivating in waves of electrical wiring and haze. A sizzle, a crack, over the pool, along the rock, as if enticed and in earnest. His eyes went to the other man, and he smiled – pleased to see the other proud of himself. “Good,” he unfurled in a low rumble, before moving forward.
“You can hit an immobile target.” Which took some getting used to, considering the incantations were not up to their full potential – not yet, anyway. “What about a moving one?” So while Sah could take a few breathers, moments of reflection or semblances of endurance, Deimos contorted and created. Small little figurines, targets of wooden adornments, meant to float along the surface of the water. Simplistic, given the nature of their task, but they were clearly contortions of a deer, a wolf, and a bear.
Then he stepped back, clearing the way for the Abandoned once more. “See what you can do with these.” Thereafter, Deimos conjured his Air proportions, permitting them to be mildly unfurled, maneuvering the targets in the pool, slowly churning them along the veneer.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
