I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Fighting was something Deimos had known since childhood; and one of the notions he hoped not many others had to experience. Sweeping gestures of movements, motions, shrouded in pernicious pursuits were second nature, an inherent brush of gestures as easy as blinking or breathing. But he kept his control within training, purposefully slow or lesser armed to ensure a fair trade-off – still, it was difficult to overcome the legions of background and sagacity. He supposed that was why so many asked to train – he could at least impart something new into their repertoire, while forging and resolving his own.
He didn’t expect Alys’s mock surrender though, and immediately stilled, unfurling in an abrupt snort. The Sword granted her a smile too, beginning to place the training edges and daggers back into his already laden pockets. “I think you have already accomplished a lot. But train with anyone willing to do so – that way you will gain experience with a wide range of combatants.” And find her style, her footing, her stances, and the flexibility between notions. “Educating yourself with multiple weapons is not a bad idea either.” He wrinkled his nose, but then allowed them opportunities to converse further, before he parted for Halo once again.
[FIN]
He didn’t expect Alys’s mock surrender though, and immediately stilled, unfurling in an abrupt snort. The Sword granted her a smile too, beginning to place the training edges and daggers back into his already laden pockets. “I think you have already accomplished a lot. But train with anyone willing to do so – that way you will gain experience with a wide range of combatants.” And find her style, her footing, her stances, and the flexibility between notions. “Educating yourself with multiple weapons is not a bad idea either.” He wrinkled his nose, but then allowed them opportunities to converse further, before he parted for Halo once again.
[FIN]
DEIMOS
