[Training] heard the drumbeat call

I carried my own ashes to the mountains

Her stance was a good one, meaning she’d been honing in the efforts when she could. His own was a rote, muscle memory composition, though it wasn’t often many ran at him with a dagger. Alys’s quick motions were accessed, and he nodded as he sidestepped out of her path, the whisper of wind on his jacket indicating she’d still been close. “Good,” he mentioned, already appeased by her efforts. “Always remember to keep moving. You will be a more difficult target.”

And as such, he did the same, whirling back around, and attempting to stretch out his own arms into her range, slashing the training dagger, thankfully not serrated in the last, towards her shoulder.

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