[Training] train with purpose

There is love inside this madness
We are walking on the moon

This time, rather than dodging outright, Zavien used his sword to hook Soh’s glaive, and before she knew it, he had wrenched the weapon from her grasp. Gasping with surprise, she felt the wood of the staff portion slip through her hands, leaving her utterly defenseless. Laughing, she held up her hands. ”I yield,” she said, waiting a moment before bending to pick the glaive up from where it had fallen.

Then she leaned upon it as she took stock of the spar. Altogether, it hadn’t been terrible, but it was clear that she had a long way to go. ”So… I’m open to any feedback and constructive criticism you may have,” she assured Zavien, looking at him expectantly. Hopefully his critique would be kind.

Though I don't believe in magic
I believe in me and you

Sohalia