[Training] nature offers a violence

Deimos

before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were

Deimos didn’t survive many wars to be bested by someone who’d barely held a sword before.

So while she thought her ploy clever, he’d seen it. He’d viewed it scores of times – in spars and skirmishes, in battles and conflicts, and in his own training grounds. They’d implemented familiar motions again and again, repetitive, muscle memory honed frays and encounters. And it’d be most unwise to think he wouldn’t move; as if he would stand around listless and languid. That’d never been who he was.

He'd expect a multitude of things. Perhaps she should’ve predicted that too.

Because instead of taking the hit, he snorted and maneuvered out of the way, a short and quick shift to the left. Using the opportunity, he kept the rotation of his sword arm going, intending to make a rapid movement towards her ribs.

this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls