[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos Ever the listener, and mildly intrigued by the stranger’s notions, he managed another grin at the wonder of it all. Even if the behavior was childish, even if the gods wouldn’t be fighting their own, the nature of the aspect was inevitable now. And Deimos, entirely a soldier through and through, had long since accepted the foreboding wiles, and leant his strength, his dominion, his sagacity, into those willing to accept the aid. Willing to prepare. Willing to defend. The last sentence made him laugh though, and he readied his blade once more. “Well, then we should make sure you would survive long enough for your good fight.” Back into fruition, he watched the way Darkeye altered his position – much smaller than himself, capable of ducking, of dropping to the ground. The Sword nodded, then, swift and keen, aptly dodged and evaded the mark coming for his leg. From his vantage point, he rallied his weapon towards the older man’s back. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime