I am not a product of my circumstances.
Nodding at his distant recommendations, Elizabeth watched his demonstration again. Obviously she'd been too gentle in her attack. When compared with Deimos's slash, hers looked laughable. It probably wouldn't have done more than piss off her target. As the Warden said, she needed more power and speed.
The next time she stepped forward, she lunged forward quickly, shoving her weight behind the strike before spinning away to the side. Her knife twisted, tearing the fabric where the artery would be. She ended up behind the dummy, glancing to Deimos with uncertainty. "Like that?"
The next time she stepped forward, she lunged forward quickly, shoving her weight behind the strike before spinning away to the side. Her knife twisted, tearing the fabric where the artery would be. She ended up behind the dummy, glancing to Deimos with uncertainty. "Like that?"
Elizabeth
I am a product of my decisions.
