who we are and all that we're trying to be
The slightest smirk lingered, curling very subtly in the corners of his mouth, as she responded in kind. Perhaps it was respect for the wielder, who knew how to match such a maneuver. Perhaps it was notions of acceptance, for a warrior who’d been absent but clearly not lacking. Perhaps it was pure amusement, and his mind had hankered for a challenge for some time – rather than continually demonstrating the same techniques over and over again.
If any of the remaining soldiers were still watching, they were apt to be gaining knowledge on the foundations of this spar.
Because Deimos wasn’t about to surrender any weapon.
He sidestepped too, a great length of stride given his presence. Strong, balanced, and enduring, there were no sacrificial alms to be had; he maintained prowess in the grinding and ferocity of metal upon metal, muscles content to be utilized. Thereafter though, through that determination, might, and mettle, he lifted his blade upwards, intending to make her step back once more as it went volleying towards her shoulders.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
