if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
His instructional prowess had always been instilling independence. He wanted soldiers who could think for themselves, who could see traps unfurling beneath their feet, who could instinctually bend and move with the rising tide of danger and trepidation. If they could only follow orders, if they could only nod their heads along to commanding officers, if they had no forethought, no rationale, no perspectives, and no experience, then it was only a matter of time before their demise. And that had never been the Sword’s goal.
He wanted them to live.
Evie’s alterations instigated and invoked a feral grin along his lips, amused, as she shoved herself towards him. The intentions were quite clear, and if it had been someone not of Deimos’ caliber, strength, might, and menace, it probably would’ve worked.
He shifted, turning his shoulder into the metal shield, pressing his monolithic weight and brawn into hers. While the spear remained free, his momentum, speed, and power should’ve been enough of an assault for her to rally against and around. Much like a towering, battering ram, he intended to make her own shield immobile for the time being, and possibly knock her back on the sand and have a good laugh, or to see what else she came up with.
He wanted them to live.
Evie’s alterations instigated and invoked a feral grin along his lips, amused, as she shoved herself towards him. The intentions were quite clear, and if it had been someone not of Deimos’ caliber, strength, might, and menace, it probably would’ve worked.
He shifted, turning his shoulder into the metal shield, pressing his monolithic weight and brawn into hers. While the spear remained free, his momentum, speed, and power should’ve been enough of an assault for her to rally against and around. Much like a towering, battering ram, he intended to make her own shield immobile for the time being, and possibly knock her back on the sand and have a good laugh, or to see what else she came up with.
DEIMOS
