DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
While Deimos held an enduring amount of patience, he also couldn’t be expected to take every blow or hit when it came to training others. He gave defensive maneuvers so the Ancient wasn’t outrightly deceased, evading and pushing back with little assaults or sieges; nudges in inclinations or prowess, with all the predilections countering for education and training. From here, she’d be able to understand just what she might be up against in a world full of minimal forgiveness.
Watching as the wave crashed and knocked her asunder, he merely shook his head at her outreach – barely arching a brow as the tail hooked around his boot. With his mass, weight, and sheer strength, she was desperately striving to topple a stone wall, and he didn’t even bother to move an inch to humor her. “Are you done?” To perhaps insinuate she should be, he gathered the Water incantations again, beginning to slowly freeze them over, closer and closer to her in an encroaching circle – giving her ample opportunity to move out of the way.
Watching as the wave crashed and knocked her asunder, he merely shook his head at her outreach – barely arching a brow as the tail hooked around his boot. With his mass, weight, and sheer strength, she was desperately striving to topple a stone wall, and he didn’t even bother to move an inch to humor her. “Are you done?” To perhaps insinuate she should be, he gathered the Water incantations again, beginning to slowly freeze them over, closer and closer to her in an encroaching circle – giving her ample opportunity to move out of the way.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
