Deimos
The reactions had him amused; but only because it’d been on one of his many predictive courses. The staff was an intriguing weapon; not serrated and sharpened like so many others in the vicinity, but a work in balance, and those who could wield one learned how to defend and maul amidst their own tenacity. A blow could still hinder, hurt, and maim, break bones apart given enough strength and power, and so they weren’t to be disregarded or discarded in the slightest.
And the movements should’ve been clumsy. He stood with his great patience and composure, head tilting to watch as she made a few more fumbling swings, opted to adjust her stance and grasp on her own (an independent mind could always be appreciated), and then followed through on a few others. “Good,” he commended her on her efforts, because he knew several who would’ve given up three moves before. “Do you want to try blocking?” Because for all the good it would be against a target, those effigies weren’t moving. But the Sword would wait, to see if she would prefer slamming upon the still quarry until she grew more comfortable, or she was ready to amplify the barrage.
And the movements should’ve been clumsy. He stood with his great patience and composure, head tilting to watch as she made a few more fumbling swings, opted to adjust her stance and grasp on her own (an independent mind could always be appreciated), and then followed through on a few others. “Good,” he commended her on her efforts, because he knew several who would’ve given up three moves before. “Do you want to try blocking?” Because for all the good it would be against a target, those effigies weren’t moving. But the Sword would wait, to see if she would prefer slamming upon the still quarry until she grew more comfortable, or she was ready to amplify the barrage.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
