A particular set of skills

Deimos' voice coming from the borders had started to become a common occurrence around the Hallows. A surprise to be sure, given how recently they had seen one another, but Artorias was never one to leave guests waiting for him at his doorstep. The Lord of Cinder was grinding down an edge on his latest creation in the forge when his fellow alpha's summoning call went out, so it was easy for him to set aside the half finished piece and leave his work for now. Making his way out into the warm autumn day, Artorias spotted the great slate brute hiding from the sun beneath the shade of the nearby forest. A smirk played on the azure brute's lips; poor Deimos always seemed so out of his element down in the southern heat.

Coming up to cross his borders and join Deimos beneath the shade, Artorias turned and sat staring back out across his homelands with pride. "For someone who hates the weather here so much, we sure are seeing a lot of you, Deimos. Here to schedule a rematch already?" he teased the Elysian king. The Hallows had trounced Elysium in the raid so he had fully expected some sort of retribution to be coming from them at some point. Was this about a round two, or another matter entirely?

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Eira" | "Argent"