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

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame As a beast who’d been immersed in wars for multiple lifetimes, the apprehension at its call was ever present. Notches down his spine, trepidation of lost parallels in his skin, a mountain of memories to serve as brutal, barbaric reminders. “So we do what we can,” which included many machinations; they just needed the opportunities and time. The disappointment that Halo had barely done anything, save for asking a quest that wouldn’t linger for long (not with Morgan’s death), to guard themselves couldn’t last much longer. He motioned the spear through his grasp again, and in one feral motion, unwound and forced the power, the dominion, towards the target. It flew with great relish, landing into the effigy’s shoulder and almost caused the thing to fall over – an audible thwack of loosened vexation causing a few heads to turn in their direction. He shrugged; turning back to Cordelia, loosening a breath he’d been holding and walling up inside his chest. “Bizarre. Maybe it is some spirits wreaking havoc.” Eternally trying to make sense of things – even when there wasn’t a viable solution or explanation. “Thought I was hallucinating, or that sickness was coming back.” His nose wrinkled in distaste, before advancing to snag at his weapon again. By way of easing the conversation into something else, he murmured while he pulled the armament out of the bent form. “Have you been to see the seasonal deity in the desert?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace