Deimos
Amused, he watched as she seemed to be actively thinking of her intended pursuit. Altering her motions to what needed to be done, the blockade via wooden staffs reigned, and he snorted, giving her a slight smile again. “Like that,” he echoed, confirming with a nod. Had he utilized any of his actual distinctions, she would’ve been decimated; but that wasn’t the point here. The Sword was confident in his own abilities, and had no reason to pulverize another opponent, especially one willing to learn, take advice, and utilize things appropriately. “Do you feel more comfortable with it now?”
She seemed so, anyway, which meant he intended to amplify things again.
Snagging at another position by long strides sweeping across the floor to her right, his head tilted, pondering over where to press next. They could continue manifesting defenses for lengthy periods of time, but that would only permit her to deploy one skill, and Deimos had always been a thorough instructor of battle aims and arts – depending entirely on what the student opted and aimed for themselves. “We can also try attacking.”
And from there, they could volley and rally, striving to repeat necessities and movements, until Catalina felt sufficient in her goals for the day.
[FIN]
She seemed so, anyway, which meant he intended to amplify things again.
Snagging at another position by long strides sweeping across the floor to her right, his head tilted, pondering over where to press next. They could continue manifesting defenses for lengthy periods of time, but that would only permit her to deploy one skill, and Deimos had always been a thorough instructor of battle aims and arts – depending entirely on what the student opted and aimed for themselves. “We can also try attacking.”
And from there, they could volley and rally, striving to repeat necessities and movements, until Catalina felt sufficient in her goals for the day.
[FIN]
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
