DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
It was effortless for the Sword to understand freedom, liberation, deliverance, and providence on the slate of ice and snow. He’d had it before. He’d have it again. A promise in the wake of his bones and the steel of his mettle, his grit, his determination, all fueled to reach those mountains again. So he gave no comment, other than the remaining grin, before wielding the incantations with juvenile insistence.
While the soldiers in the background occupied themselves, it would leave Tal free from judgment and more roaming eyes – coinciding with the way the broken shards of fabric, wood, and stuffing maneuvered. “It is easy to hit an opponent who is still,” referring to their last attempts, where they’d simply been working on technique. “But most will be moving.” Not wanting to be hit, maimed, or torn apart by the serrated edge of an axe.
There were no predictable patterns to the way the targets maneuvered. Some, like most animals, paused momentarily, then flickered in opposing directions. Others were rapid and swift, buzzing around the other proportions like annoying gnats or ningos. Deimos stepped back again, providing Tal an opportunity to select his own prey and adversary, and to deal the necessary damage.
While the soldiers in the background occupied themselves, it would leave Tal free from judgment and more roaming eyes – coinciding with the way the broken shards of fabric, wood, and stuffing maneuvered. “It is easy to hit an opponent who is still,” referring to their last attempts, where they’d simply been working on technique. “But most will be moving.” Not wanting to be hit, maimed, or torn apart by the serrated edge of an axe.
There were no predictable patterns to the way the targets maneuvered. Some, like most animals, paused momentarily, then flickered in opposing directions. Others were rapid and swift, buzzing around the other proportions like annoying gnats or ningos. Deimos stepped back again, providing Tal an opportunity to select his own prey and adversary, and to deal the necessary damage.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
