01-02-2016, 07:35 PM
The revenant's helmet moved to face the gargoyle, it returned its greeting with a nod of acknowledgment. The blue energy was worrisome, it appeared to be under the control of one of those stood before the armor, likely the one that stood in a peculiar stance. Martial arts? None Phalanx had seen in its years. Then again, fists don't work well against steel and iron. So most of his opponents relied on different ways of attack. Phalanx chose not to react to the hostile behaviour. Instead calmly scanning its surroundings by moving its helmet side to side. A rather comical sight, were it not for the massive shield the revenant carried by its side.
The girl seemed distressed by its presence, and rightfully so. Phalanx wasn't exactly the most comforting sight for those who weren't in immediate danger. And even by those he protected he was sometimes seen as a case of out of the frying pan, into the fire. The revenant was bound to a thankless job, but it did not care, hardly even realised. The grave had taken away most of his emotions and replaced them with a hollow carapace of leather and steel, a visual representation of the warrior's iron tenacity in life. Phalanx merely stood fast and looked on.
The girl seemed distressed by its presence, and rightfully so. Phalanx wasn't exactly the most comforting sight for those who weren't in immediate danger. And even by those he protected he was sometimes seen as a case of out of the frying pan, into the fire. The revenant was bound to a thankless job, but it did not care, hardly even realised. The grave had taken away most of his emotions and replaced them with a hollow carapace of leather and steel, a visual representation of the warrior's iron tenacity in life. Phalanx merely stood fast and looked on.