[Training] when the sun goes down

Deimos

The Sword had always been a restrained individual in training – knowing full well the impact his true nature, vehemence, and incantations could contain – they were rarely unleashed upon the rest of the world. Instead, he fostered control and moderation, ensuring his knowledge was extended and his actions reserved, so no one was harmed or maimed in the process of education. Eventually, they’d have to go beyond his sagacity and methods, and into the wakes of the real world, but by then, he trusted they’d have the wherewithal, experience, and muscle memory from these repeat, rote machinations.

Alys’s childish endeavor earned her an eye roll and nothing more; he wanted to concentrate on what her efforts stoked and refined. She maneuvered, not as polished, but certainly in a tried and true attempt to become a predacious wake; snagging at the dummy’s already-off kilter jawline. It smacked and snagged, and probably would’ve more than enough to bruise, but he wasn’t about to let her off that easy.

With a grin, he upped the ante. “Now, I am going to move it as though it may attack you in return.” She’d be the one to come up a new plan, a new strategy, as his actions did exactly that. The target rotated around, its unseeing eyes focused on her, and the Air magic whirling it forward, snagging towards the Seer’s direction.

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