Deimos
“Depends,” he answered in echoes and accord with the briefest glimmer of a smirk again. “There are many instances for fighting hand to hand.” Someone could be trying to steal from her. A duel could’ve been instigated from petty feuds and arguments. Another enemy or opponent craved demolition. “In this case, we will say they are a man,” pointing towards the dummy, permitting her to utilize it for her own benefits in anatomy. “And you are trying to live.” There could be chances where she would rather escape, flee, depart from the fray. There might be no chance for such evasions. It all coincided with others, unfortunately, but he’d be willing and able to render the calculations and machinations for her in these instances – granting her the ability to defend. “All the maneuvers I will teach you today can also be used with weapons.”
The hint of a smile reappeared, head tilting, waiting for her to unfurl information and thoughts. “But what if you had none? Where could you target effectively?”
The hint of a smile reappeared, head tilting, waiting for her to unfurl information and thoughts. “But what if you had none? Where could you target effectively?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
