I am not a product of my circumstances.
Them seemed to agree on the importance of self-defense, and Elizabeth made sure to show Deimos a determined expression that portrayed how seriously she was taking the training. This wasn't just for fun. It could mean the difference of whether she lived or died.
Her eyes scanned each shift of his limbs, analyzing the way each strike was angled and how it correlated with the rest of his actions. Arms, groin, thighs, neck. Repeating the locations in her mind, she nodded before looking closely at the target before her. She didn't think the neck would always be an option for her, and arms seemed risky, what with all their movements. So Elizabeth settled on the groin, aiming for the femoral artery as she swiped her knife over the dummy. The blade slashed over the right spot, but it didn't go very deep, and she found herself too close to maneuver properly after the attack. She stood awkwardly next to the figure, puzzling over what she could or should have done differently and pulling her cloak even tighter around her as she thought.
Her eyes scanned each shift of his limbs, analyzing the way each strike was angled and how it correlated with the rest of his actions. Arms, groin, thighs, neck. Repeating the locations in her mind, she nodded before looking closely at the target before her. She didn't think the neck would always be an option for her, and arms seemed risky, what with all their movements. So Elizabeth settled on the groin, aiming for the femoral artery as she swiped her knife over the dummy. The blade slashed over the right spot, but it didn't go very deep, and she found herself too close to maneuver properly after the attack. She stood awkwardly next to the figure, puzzling over what she could or should have done differently and pulling her cloak even tighter around her as she thought.
Elizabeth
I am a product of my decisions.
