Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
Concentration catered to the meat, rising from his crouch amidst snow and sinew to place larger portions along the sled – tilting his head only to deliver a warning sign to Belial – before persisting in the same ritual. The courier’s explanation didn’t require much digging into any machinations; understandable, given the impassable routes and his occupation. If the skyport was constructed along the presses of spring and summer, then perhaps it would be less of a worry from the people at large as well.
The additional tagline caused his brow to arch, and a long, slow breath to escape from his lungs. Maybe because the Sword had been helpful and obliging to most citizens, occupants, and friends alike, but it seemed as though his presence and existence came upon notions of expected, assumed assistance. He wondered, very briefly, if some of them were gaining a learned helplessness faction to their characteristics – which he’d never yearned to encourage. In training, he'd eternally sought for individuals to think on their own and as a collective front. It seemed he needed to the same for members of his guild as well.
“I know what I would try,” and he gave a little smile – immersing in the notions of elemental fixtures, of water, of ice, or even the tactic of life drain, to pierce and inflict pain in between protective scales. “But think of what you have available. What would you do?”
The additional tagline caused his brow to arch, and a long, slow breath to escape from his lungs. Maybe because the Sword had been helpful and obliging to most citizens, occupants, and friends alike, but it seemed as though his presence and existence came upon notions of expected, assumed assistance. He wondered, very briefly, if some of them were gaining a learned helplessness faction to their characteristics – which he’d never yearned to encourage. In training, he'd eternally sought for individuals to think on their own and as a collective front. It seemed he needed to the same for members of his guild as well.
“I know what I would try,” and he gave a little smile – immersing in the notions of elemental fixtures, of water, of ice, or even the tactic of life drain, to pierce and inflict pain in between protective scales. “But think of what you have available. What would you do?”
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
