Training [se] glory sounds like a punchline
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Deimos Ignatius
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#1
remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Fields of flowers underneath stark ivory snow, of unicorns in the backdrop, of calm, placating, serene sanctions probably weren’t seen as the optimal position for training – but this was a shelter, a home, for the time being, and Deimos sought to make use of it. Great strides brought him closer to other sanctums, where the press of barrows rose like hills, and they were covered on both sides in an inlet, a valley, of precipices and peace. From those proportions, the beast began to form miniature effigies and targets – the last ones he’d made for Seren’s might no longer in existence. Separated by certain distances, measured off with a calculating mind, orchestrated and designed to represent the adversaries and enemies of their current depictions.

Gazing upon them, rendering their damned and doomed livelihoods justifiable, he considered and weighed out several options. Amidst the gathering of his things, and companions rustling through the snow, the quiver he’d made for Noah sat alongside, bundled up nicely so it wouldn’t be marred or damaged by anyone’s antics. A note had been sent (placed upon the door) of the Sentinel by way of invitation, pondering if the other man would even be in the right frame of mind.

Shrugging his shoulders, and uncertain when the hunter would be coming, the Sword began his own acts of precision. Instigating the incantations pulsing, pervading, through his blood, the water resounded, laid claim to the ether – spouting outwards with infernal ease. Quickly, efficiently, he notched the cascade into icicles and shards, sending them outright into the first target, waiting for them to pierce and devastate.
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#2
We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Noah found the note on his shelter early in the day when he returned with a few winter hares strung up around his shoulder. He hung them on a post outside his temporary home, giving Eira instructions to protect them from anything that might try to snatch them. The griffin accepted her post with grace and curled up in the snow beneath them, finally pleased at the temperature of the world around her.

"Deimos," Noah greeted as the warlord launched his assault on the target before him. The hunter slapped his comrade's shoulder at his approach. "Training it is, then." He nodded, lowering the fur-rimmed hood off of his head. Noah was ready to move forward, to get stronger, to hone and practice skills that he had attained over the last several seasons.

NOAH
Deimos Ignatius
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It didn’t take long before shards volleyed and rallied, decimating in ranges and piercing blows – he thought to advance, inspect and investigate the level of damage orchestrated, when the greeting launched. His attention muffled in a light snort, and he permitted the icicle shears to melt away, replacing the worn denizens with creation proportions again. “Noah,” he nodded, stepping forward to where he’d left the gift.

Bending for only a moment, snagging at the quiver, he maneuvered upright, and presented it without fanfare or true demonstration – the ghost of a grin snagged somewhere in the midst of his movements. “Thought you might be want to try this,” and he held the proportions out – decidedly new and pristine – with their emblems and carvings immersed along the sides. Antlers and bear paws, portions and pieces of mountain backdrops laden in between amongst the material, marched and meshed together upon the piece; worked together to orchestrate exactly who it would belong to without a name embedded within the sanction.
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#4
We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Noah took a step back as Deimos maneuvered to grab the parcel. Holding out his hands, Noah took it with curiosity written plainly on his face. "You made this, for me?" Noah's eyes lifted momentarily back to the Sword before returning to the quiver. He traced his fingers over the intricate details of it. His soul, the embodiment of everything he was, seemed to be represented so clearly that it would be easy to tell who this quiver originated with, even as Noah (hoped to) pass it down generations.

Carefully, Noah took off the quiver from his back and crouched in the snow. He rested his bow against his knee as he transferred the arrows from old to new, and strung the new quiver over his back. "Thank you." He said as he rolled his shoulder blades back, adjusting the new piece of equipment to where it would lay comfortably forevermore. Picking up his bow, Noah pulled an arrow from his new quiver and nocked it. He drew back and aimed for the targets Deimos had been assaulting with shards of ice. He took a small breath in, released it, and with it the arrow. He found his mark well, and, bringing shock and awe, the target ignited.

"Woah.." His jaw dropped as he turned his head towards his comrade, eyes bright and joyous and his laugh, full of amazement falling from parted jaws.

NOAH
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A patient and composed being most of the time, the Sword waited with the same level of dignity and stoicism, save for a slight arch of his brow, pondering how the gift would be received. It was slightly difficult to surmise at first, based solely on reactions – Noah was also impassive and forbearing. However, some keen notes seemed content, and he snorted, the smallest of smiles curling again. “Yes. And you are welcome.”

Stepping back to witness the proceedings, the grin grew as the flares flickered, as the targets ignited, as everything pieced together in a fine display of a miniature inferno. Just as he’d intended. Pleased with the outcome, snorting lightly at the laugh, he contorted his own machinations – not the water or ice this time, but the measures of fires to match. The conflagration combined with all the haze and determination of the past month conformed and contorted into a rapid zeal; a fury, a ricocheting volley of power and dominion, watching as it collapsed the target, sent it into smoldering pieces along the snow.

Only thereafter did he pause, never having raised a finger, or moved a muscle. “You like it, then?” By way of a joke – pondering if there were any other considerations or changes to be had.
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Noah was amazed at what he held. He was honored that Deimos would create such a thing for him, that the man took such care in making it so personal and reflective of who he was. This would be a useful tool that Noah would cherish and keep safe above all else that he owned. Taking another arrow from the quiver, Noah placed it within his bow and lifted. He narrowed his gaze, focusing on the target as he brought the bow into place and aimed. He waited for the right flicker of flames to give him the space he needed, a pause in the way that Deimos' flames consumed. When he saw his open range, he let the arrow fly. It hit the target with a thud that soon followed by the crumbling of the target itself, having lost its integrity between the two hunter's fire.

"It is incredible." Noah breathed out, the smile not fading from his face. He had never held anything with such incredible potential. He had always been such a simple man, and even with the amazing crafters that filled the streets of the Citadel, no one had made anything quite as powerful for the Olson.

NOAH
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Flames upon flames, infernos upon infernos, conflagrations upon conflagrations – an impressive array made to display forms of power and demolition. It curated so many things from the past – burning and churning against his mind. Things that couldn’t, wouldn’t, be there anymore, but still settled into the core of memories frozen in time, piercing and puncturing. A small snort volleyed through him, amusements, as the target completely fell apart, sinking and smoldering into the ice, hissing some degrees away.

He watched Noah from the corner of his eyes, a bemused smile forming through. “Good.” Approved and justified – a weapon put to volatile, noteworthy use, and not something he’d regret later on.

The Sword took in the next target, swiftly altering course, changing direction in his chosen incantations. The earth rose up in rooted knots, blasting through the snow to entangle and enshroud the effigy, holding it steady and firm, tightening over it like a noose, a snare, a trap.
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Noah's smile faded into a smirk as the target disintegrated before them. The earth crackled beneath them and Deimos' vines came bursting forth, snaking and slithering for the other target. Noah took this opportunity. He took another arrow and nocked it at the same time as he began to trot ahead. He ducked his head some as he danced over the vines, avoiding them as he advanced on the target. He jumped, sidestepped, twisted around and then finally let his arrow loose. It thunked against the target and swiftly following the swoosh of flames engulfed the target and the vines that gripped it so tightly.
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More and more until it was less and less – the flames finding the chokehold of thorns and nettles, consuming them endlessly. He smirked, but said naught, presuming the satisfaction would carry over the Attuned bond, while he found other measures and machinations.

Much as he’d done with Seren before, he stirred the wind. It hastened and bolstered, until the Air was in his control, contorting around one of the few remaining targets. It raised the effigy into new heights, meters above them, a coaxing, goading sort of provocation, a test of skill, a challenge where all the others had been still. Noah had been a hunter for a long stretch of time – perhaps it wouldn’t mean anything. Perhaps Deimos could instigate and agitate it into bizarre, unpredictable movements and motions, mimicking something otherworldly, to ensure there was more than just mere practice in these leagues and fathoms. “Try that,” and he nodded towards the goal-point, immediately making it pulse and maneuver in different directions.
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His dancing around the vines that stirred beneath him ceased as Deimos lifted another target into the air. Noah watched it dance, it's frenzy mimicking the gulls over the Sea of Glass. The hunter smirked and drew another arrow, eyes narrowing some as he tried to focus on the target. He had never really shot anything down out of the sky, but he had sent shots off after frantic deer, zigzagging their way across the tundra.

Noah crouched, taking his balance to one knee as he breathed in and out, focusing on the target and trying to predict the next movement. Noah's eyes shifted to take on the precision and keenness of his lynx form. He watched as the target lifted and danced, taunting him. He knew Deimos to be a trickster, so he did not expect it to be the same movement twice. Finally, letting go of another breath Noah loosed his arrow. The hiss of it resounded in his ears, and he hoped for at least a partial strike.

NOAH
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Mischief and the need for precision drove him. One couldn’t accurately pinpoint a monster’s movements, nor those with overwhelming speed, fortitude, and might; not in the way the world had changed. And the abrupt shifts, the way he could keep his instruction purposeful, meaningful, while still amusing himself, provided clarifications and opportunities for his own incantations to be rendered, practiced, and honed.

The target continued its taunting dance: back and forth, upwards and downwards, zigging and zagging with unpredictable upheaval. Like a seditious little heathen, it was only marked by Noah’s arrow along its sides, and a brazen proportion of it seemed completely unphased. The left side smoldered and seethed though, a little burn emblazoning from when the arrow caught and singed, and Deimos orchestrated its more chaotic motions as if it were a wounded animal.

One that would either fight or flee – beginning to maneuver and plunge downwards, as if it meant to assault the Sentinel.
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The familiar sense of satisfaction rolled through the attuned as his arrow struck, and ignited, the aerial target. It would have normally made a burst of a smile pull at his cheeks, but he was too focused now. His face has solidified again as stone, his eyes hardened and narrowed and watching the target. It shifted in the air a moment, half ablaze, before suddenly it was soaring toward him.

Noah's eyes widened and he leapt. His body curled to the side in a somersault movement, chin tucked and his bow held carefully. He felt the arrows rolling around in his quiver, but as he scrambled for purchase again there were none on the ground. Relieved that he had not dropped any of his ammunition,  he quickly drew another arrow, nocked and shot, aiming for the erratically moving, wounded target. He did not dare look away from it, even though part of him wanted to look up at Deimos and released the building tension of the laugh in his belly.

This was proving to be a worthy training session.

NOAH
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It charged in a fury, in a flurry, as if possessed and maddened by the wounded rage. Like a dying predator, yearning for one last launch, to see if it could pull its enemy down with it, to seek out vengeance before it all fell apart, the target soared towards Noah.

And then was subsequently diminished in a matter of moments, as the arrow sank right into its center, and the rest of it burst into flames. Rather haphazardly, it crashed into the snow with a reeling hiss as the fire met the snow, flickering and fracturing in a tired, withered echo.

The Sword laughed; encouraging the inferno higher with a subtle shake of his head, and inclination towards the incantations. “Well done,” he managed, listening to the spit and crackle of the rest of the wood smoldering. “Do you want to practice anything else?” Gesturing towards the remaining effigies; all waiting to be pulverized.
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#14
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Noah's arrow sank into the middle of the target and its assault stopped. Much like the wounded, scared animal Deimos portrayed it as would fall on the killing blow. He stood there and watched it burn, eyes only turning back up to Deimos when the warlord made the flames reach higher and higher. A smile painted broadly across the hunter's face as he stepped forward and around the burning target, closing the distance between the two men. Noah clapped the taller man on the back, letting a sigh of satisfaction fall from his lips. "I think that was good for today. Deimos, I really mean it when I say I appreciate this gift. It was very kind of you to make this for me. I am thankful that our paths in life crossed."

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