unburned and alive

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame With the deal made and solidified, the beast conjured another light smile. Even with the discussion potentially turning into something dark and perilous, the Sword remained wholly unbothered. A warrior’s tactics might have been for quick bludgeoning, swift movements, quick measures, but there was something to be said for the refinement in herbs and plants – for a more covert operation, when the rapid volleys and barrages weren’t suitable. Nor would he ever deign to limit himself to only one way of assaults and sieges. He presumed the herbalist would do the same; always more to learn in the world. Poisons could always come later. He listened, an evident tilt to his head, Belial and Zuriel occupied by other things (the peryton had found a bug, Zuriel several leaves she knew not to be toxic). The array of differences gave him the slightest pause, only in modicums and trains of thought – leaning heavily on the latter, by the end of the machinations. “Knock them out.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace