DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Apt to watch and wait, in many situations, his brow arched as she inspected the newfound, but seemingly ineffectual, wound. With nothing more, and no segments of pain (perhaps better, that she could feel any at all now) escalating, the Sword let it be, stringing his attention back to the weaponry and movement of the targets.
The chest proportion was eventually struck and snagged, and much like some felled deer, the makeshift effigy stalled, trailing, dwindling from the ‘exertion’. It gained a second wind (his incantations and mischief) a moment later, as if seized by the instant and needing to dash blindly along, surging ahead to bounce and alter back and forth between arches of bridges or stonework. “You are welcome,” he nodded and encouraged, persisting in the volley of magic with the upturned juncture of his snicker.
The chest proportion was eventually struck and snagged, and much like some felled deer, the makeshift effigy stalled, trailing, dwindling from the ‘exertion’. It gained a second wind (his incantations and mischief) a moment later, as if seized by the instant and needing to dash blindly along, surging ahead to bounce and alter back and forth between arches of bridges or stonework. “You are welcome,” he nodded and encouraged, persisting in the volley of magic with the upturned juncture of his snicker.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
