[Training] straying from the same path

Deimos

Oh, Deimos had been challenged – wars did that to anyone. But he’d also learned from multitudes, from training as a youth to the span of lifetimes he’d forged along the way. Each opponent had their own particular way of maneuvering, their favored styles, their preferred methods of striking or defending. They presented unique endeavors into his calculations, machinations, and methods; and he needed to be capable of adapting to a litany of situations.

So he analyzed and watched Zavien cross over stones and dirt, swinging downward, and striving to angle, catch the Sword off-guard by the wayward motions. He smiled, amused, as he caught the initial flurry, and stepped directly into the motion, making his body a blockade; taking the hit at a barely perceptual degree, rather than anything bruising or threatening.

From there, he stepped sideways, and swung to the left, driving a sharp, swift arc towards Zavien’s right shoulder.

we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts