DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Deimos, ever the lifelong learner, bore no shame in remaining ignorant of some armaments. There was only so much time before battlefields, wars, and crusades; and they were often reliant on key, already-developed skills, when the cataclysms started plunging. He figured this one would be no different – but there were still moments where he could gain some wisdom and sagacity, instead of being the constant instructor. “Sure.” An easy agreement and accord, and there were enough targets in decent shape to carry on the brutality, and the blunt force of might. “But there are always different techniques for poking holes in things,” he conducted with a modest grin; as if he hadn’t done it a thousand times over.
Unaware of any pending horizons heading in his direction with the upcoming season, his eyes went to the ground for an instant, pondering over the circumstances. “There is plenty of work to be done within the guild itself. Sah and I opened it up, but there is much to be sorted and stored.” And not enough instances in the day for the General to do it – occupied by fellow warriors, routines, schedules, and dictated duties. As for the barracks? He gave another slight grin. “Continued training, though I was thinking of holding some other exercises for anyone interested.”
Unaware of any pending horizons heading in his direction with the upcoming season, his eyes went to the ground for an instant, pondering over the circumstances. “There is plenty of work to be done within the guild itself. Sah and I opened it up, but there is much to be sorted and stored.” And not enough instances in the day for the General to do it – occupied by fellow warriors, routines, schedules, and dictated duties. As for the barracks? He gave another slight grin. “Continued training, though I was thinking of holding some other exercises for anyone interested.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
