remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Today, the General made rounds. Instruction was paramount, and ensuring his warriors knew the fundamentals of their weapons and shields, led to further preparation. Long strides kept him from becoming restless as he made his turns and advice, arriving to each recruit amongst the landscape, from underneath the extended awning, around the climbing wall, and out towards the outer portions, where soldiers lingered amongst the snow. Belial clambered along his heels, or hooted encouragements with unfurled wings, and Zuriel kept to herself in the corner, content to munch on her hay, waiting on an inevitable injury to mend.On his first turn into the proportions beyond the wall, did the Sword spot Talyson. He must’ve blended in amongst the others struggling, and for a moment, he arched a brow, watching, waiting, for the courier to begin his practice. At least the youth took the notions seriously – but practicing correctly would lead to a better advancement of skills.
“Your stance,” he rumbled – the words echoed, reverberated, purposefully in the man’s direction, from a few years away, as he tended to another soldier whose spear kept sinking into the powder. “And your hold.” Picking up the other’s, he demonstrated to both of them simultaneously (since Deimos had been learning the techniques too), the correct positioning of both legs and hands, before flicking the armament directly into the gut of the effigy (another one remarkably resembling Neron).
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
