[Training] [se] now what's in store

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Fingers splayed on the spear until he began to maneuver it back and forth in his grasp, from hand to hand, by way of some restless movement. He watched a number of soldiers mulling about in their own formations, gesturing at targets, displaying their armaments, but none of the focus really honed in there. His mind was busy, unfurling, unwinding, all the pieces together, striving to find the beginning thread and to start there on the melding and molding. “Supposedly Samuel, an Ascended, and Gideon, a priest from Stormbreak, killed one another.” Whether or not the names mattered to her was unknown; he knew them both, though not equally. The former had been his brother-in-law for a time; shy, awkward, trying his best in a world that didn’t correspond to his gentleness. The latter had made no secrets about his sentiments towards the Ascended, and if Deimos were to guess, caused the entire thing to unfold. He placed his spear down upon the floor though, using it as a grounding anchor, occasionally poking at the floor. “So rather than taking this as justice or an even field, Amun, Wessex, Edrei, and Nate attacked Stormbreak.” It spoke of vengeance and bloodshed, and how far one might go in the wake of loss – an understood machination in his mind, but the following cost far more potent. “They attacked the Tower – which held some of the Order, and a hospital.” Who knew what lingered in between either. “In the end, while Ronin defended the city, the Tower came down, killing a number of innocent people. Edrei and Nate died. Wessex and Amun escaped.” A breath unfurled, waiting, perhaps, for her reaction; his own mouth drawn back into a frown. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace