Aurelia
these nightmares all bend
silver linings are all i need
silver linings are all i need
Aurelia absorbed Deimos' praise with a flicker of satisfaction. It was a small victory, a validation of her efforts. But she knew this was just the beginning. The path to mastery was long and arduous, but she was determined to walk it.
"I will," she vowed, her voice firm and resolute. "Every day, until it becomes second nature."
She watched as Deimos faced her, his movements full of precision and power. A shiver of anticipation ran through her. This was what she had come for, a chance to learn from a true master, to push her limits and unlock her full potential.
His question, however, caught her off guard. How would you attack? It was a simple query, yet it opened a Pandora's box of possibilities. Her mind raced, analyzing the distance between them, the subtle shifts in his posture, the potential vulnerabilities and openings.
She hesitated, her grip on the sword tightening. There were countless ways to initiate an attack, each with its own risks and rewards. But which one was the right choice? Which one would demonstrate her understanding of combat, her ability to adapt and strategize?
A moment of silence stretched between them, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the nearby trees and the distant calls of unseen birds. Aurelia's brow furrowed in concentration, her gaze flicking between Deimos' poised form and the blade in her hand.
With a deep breath, Aurelia lunged forward, the blade arcing in the sunlight. Her movements were swift and deliberate, a feint towards Deimos' chest designed to draw his attention there. Should he move to parry it, she would pivot and aim a true strike at his exposed flank.
That's assuming he fell for the initial deception, of course.
"I will," she vowed, her voice firm and resolute. "Every day, until it becomes second nature."
She watched as Deimos faced her, his movements full of precision and power. A shiver of anticipation ran through her. This was what she had come for, a chance to learn from a true master, to push her limits and unlock her full potential.
His question, however, caught her off guard. How would you attack? It was a simple query, yet it opened a Pandora's box of possibilities. Her mind raced, analyzing the distance between them, the subtle shifts in his posture, the potential vulnerabilities and openings.
She hesitated, her grip on the sword tightening. There were countless ways to initiate an attack, each with its own risks and rewards. But which one was the right choice? Which one would demonstrate her understanding of combat, her ability to adapt and strategize?
A moment of silence stretched between them, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the nearby trees and the distant calls of unseen birds. Aurelia's brow furrowed in concentration, her gaze flicking between Deimos' poised form and the blade in her hand.
With a deep breath, Aurelia lunged forward, the blade arcing in the sunlight. Her movements were swift and deliberate, a feint towards Deimos' chest designed to draw his attention there. Should he move to parry it, she would pivot and aim a true strike at his exposed flank.
That's assuming he fell for the initial deception, of course.
so please just hold onto me
these demons, they're old to me
these demons, they're old to me
