[Training] don't you know i'm not afraid to shed a little blood

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The question caused a brief laugh, for there were many. As he eventually meandered out, lowering the target with the same Air incantations to retrieve the arrows (further amused to find Neron’s features full of lethal holes), upon return, he began a steady list, twirling one of the armaments in his hands. “Sword,” hence his title, “Ax, spear, bow, staff,” pausing, his eyes narrowed, reaching back into other experiences and situations. “Knives.” Ending it on that, he then promptly set his target on fire with little to no effort – watching as it crisply burnt to ash and dust and nothingness, before billowing away on the wind. Turning towards Alys once more, he jutted his jaw back towards her own effigy, a cue, perhaps, for her to persist and continue. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace