DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Deimos wisely refrained from acknowledging crossbows; not adhering to the one he’d made Wessex for LongNight and the ensuing drama that followed. Instead, he continued to walk along, waiting patiently, while she discerned more of the details and outlines, shrugging his shoulders while she contemplated. For the amount of times he’d been in battle, he’d never relied heavily on lances or spears; the lance cumbersome for anyone, on horseback or otherwise, the spear a more relevant foundation, if one found a way to actively keep their weapon, rather than hurling it into an enemy and then being culled by another adversary.
When she eventually rounded over an armament to her liking, his piercing eyes glanced more at the paper. The polearm, with some variation on a quarterstaff, could be assembled depending on height and weight values, and did provide the potential to assault and catch. “Much like a glaive,” he pointed out once more, following the lines he’d made earlier. “You can utilize them as a staff and blade.” Not that swords couldn’t do much the same – as he frequently used them as a blocking and sieging device, but it also came with his modicum of strength, and the ability to push the steel back upon an opponent. Continuing on this trail of thought, he tilted his head, further study and perusal noted from his histories and legacies upon dais’ of war. “Some can be made with a hook here,” edging slightly away from the serrated edge, into another smaller, puncturing form.
When she eventually rounded over an armament to her liking, his piercing eyes glanced more at the paper. The polearm, with some variation on a quarterstaff, could be assembled depending on height and weight values, and did provide the potential to assault and catch. “Much like a glaive,” he pointed out once more, following the lines he’d made earlier. “You can utilize them as a staff and blade.” Not that swords couldn’t do much the same – as he frequently used them as a blocking and sieging device, but it also came with his modicum of strength, and the ability to push the steel back upon an opponent. Continuing on this trail of thought, he tilted his head, further study and perusal noted from his histories and legacies upon dais’ of war. “Some can be made with a hook here,” edging slightly away from the serrated edge, into another smaller, puncturing form.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
