DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
“Sounds like you have your answer then.” With only a bow, and he presumed eventually some other possessions with glinting, serrated edges or star-shaped endeavors, the protective molds seemed the logical choice. “And if your armor remains weightless, all the better.” No hindering of movements, no overwhelming distinction; a shield to frames and figures without any encompassing, cumbersome fragments.
Eyes glancing out across the fields again, brows furrowing in thought, mind coiling back to possibilities, deep in armaments now, Deimos proceeded to wonder about the schemes in which it could unfold. “How would you want it to fortify you?” There were multitudes of options; with protection from certain attacks (perhaps some way to cease and desist an Ascended barrage might be ideal, with upcoming wars), maneuvers, and abilities.
Eyes glancing out across the fields again, brows furrowing in thought, mind coiling back to possibilities, deep in armaments now, Deimos proceeded to wonder about the schemes in which it could unfold. “How would you want it to fortify you?” There were multitudes of options; with protection from certain attacks (perhaps some way to cease and desist an Ascended barrage might be ideal, with upcoming wars), maneuvers, and abilities.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
