DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“Damage. Mostly for yanking riders off of horses, or those trying to escape.” Plain and measured tones; clear and concise decibels of a beast who’d encountered ranges of armaments time and time again, risen and reborn along a battlefield. His head tilted once more, depths of his thought process, considering if it could be utilized for catching weapons as well. He hadn’t seen it used in quite that way, but didn’t see why not – granting a modest shrug at the notion. The more an individual practiced with a particular skill, the more they might come to find other plying maneuvers.
He glanced back down at her inquiry, casting his eyes away from the stars. “I have not used it often,” honest and forthright – not a staff or blade he rendered frequently in his hands. “But, it might be best to start with the staff for defensive angles without maiming from the serrated end,” another smile, humored. “Then work your way up to the glaive. It might feel like second nature by then.”
He glanced back down at her inquiry, casting his eyes away from the stars. “I have not used it often,” honest and forthright – not a staff or blade he rendered frequently in his hands. “But, it might be best to start with the staff for defensive angles without maiming from the serrated end,” another smile, humored. “Then work your way up to the glaive. It might feel like second nature by then.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
