[ Though his domain is beyond that of simply sand ( it is the desert itself, and he personifies that realm; the embodiment of all that is the antithesis to life and order ), Set is as mutable in personality as he is in body, in shape and form, and the sand he carries with him — while only his body's weight in volume — was intensely deadly because of his ability to shape, reshape and utilize it in creative ways.
He has always wanted to face Mamoru again. Not as wrathful and stricken as he had been when they first grappled in the Coliseum, but of his own will and volition. It is why he forms in a soft whirl of that sand, positioned a leap away from Mamoru in the dark of the alley. The shape of his divine mask atop his head already. ]
Hijikata Mamoru. [ His voice is rough, rasping. But, oddly fond. ] I will fight you with all I currently have, so I hope you are prepared.
[ aka he's coming at mams with all the force of his godhood allotted to him atm ]
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He has always wanted to face Mamoru again. Not as wrathful and stricken as he had been when they first grappled in the Coliseum, but of his own will and volition. It is why he forms in a soft whirl of that sand, positioned a leap away from Mamoru in the dark of the alley. The shape of his divine mask atop his head already. ]
Hijikata Mamoru. [ His voice is rough, rasping. But, oddly fond. ] I will fight you with all I currently have, so I hope you are prepared.
[ aka he's coming at mams with all the force of his godhood allotted to him atm ]