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Deimos The Sword had not quite worked himself into any manner of joviality as Seren had; though he did arch a brow as he put the finishing touches on the last target, wiping his hands clean and backing away. His eyes drifted towards the sea once more – for he’d yet to even think about Deepfrost, when his mind was so buried in a thousand other consequences and multitudes. “If not, an area could always be made.” Enough of his contorted, controlled water incantations, frozen over, and people could slip and slide their way along to their heart’s content. He made it a mental note, if they were ever given opportunities to not be embedded in hellholes again. Belial chirped towards Umbra, though there wasn’t a challenge in the notes – merely his eyes rounding at the semblance of feathers, diving over to one that landed nearby. But it didn’t take long for Seren to produce the weapon of her choice – and he arched a brow and permitted one round of light laughter, recognizing the polearm from his own sketches. “Fine,” he obliged, intending to makeshift his own, but narrowed his eyes first, indicating the target closest by. Did it resemble an adversary from recent events, complete with obnoxious, cartoonish features? Maybe. “Show me what you can do on that first.” Then he motioned over, intending to be on the sidelines, to watch and witness maneuvers and motions with the outfitted staff. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime