[Training] nature offers a violence

Deimos

before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were

Survival often made its mark in fragmentary endeavors – it had its parallels, justifications, and necessities, but training could convey and assist in enduring and remaining alive in more than just mere perseverance. It would enhance the skills she’d snagged and grasped along the way; lending to better outcomes for the future, rather than reveling in anything she’d scraped by before.

He watched as she altered her stance; a stronger core and disposition, a sword that could do something other than hover downward and flail around. “Good,” he nodded, moving several feet in front of her now, so there would be room for when they began their striking means. “You will have to practice that frequently. Not for long – but enough times so it becomes a habit.” A couple minutes here and there; adjustments on feet, paying attention to the balance of her shoulders, the weight of her distinction. It all mattered when motions had to be so ready and precise.

Facing her now, yards off, the Sword stalked into a mirror image of the stance once more. “Now, how would you attack?” Much like he concocted with a majority of his Shields, he wanted the thought process before the plunge; for there were multitudes of options available, and he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. Thinking had a critical role to play, and was utilized far less frequently than he’d like.

this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls