remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
It had been a long while since the Sword truly wanted to render someone torn apart, limb by limb. While in Helovia or Isilme it would’ve been borne out of hatred, animosity, hostility, or war emblems, this carried through on frustration and vexation. He hadn’t met anyone quite like the Dragoon, full of boldness and ignorance coinciding to an obstinate degree. And perhaps it would be satisfying to send him to the local infirmary.But Deimos wasn’t without his own hesitations – though they were mired in the complexities of Stormbreak itself, and while on the tour, he conducted himself into a feral wariness and silence, snagging and studying the surroundings, memorizing them for later, and ensuring his presence was something distinct and forbearing; a beacon of might and strength, no matter how long his kind had been kept away.
So his eyes studied the Dragon’s Nest, at the fluttering wings of the lizards overhead, at the gym, targets, dummies, arenas – not wholly unlike his own barracks within Halo – though he preferred the ice and snow to anything grandiose. “It is suitable,” he declared with a stoic reticence once more, all slate and stone, having only briefly stepped within it. Examining and scrutinizing any onlookers too, he finally placed his piercing stare back upon Koa. “Yes. What did you want to practice?”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
