remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
He watched – ever the scrutinizing, examining force. Years upon years and lives upon lives of mauling, devising, and fighting had taught him to observe the masses for many things: confidence, ability, prowess, the predictability of notions and motions. One step could signal or signify a certain strike, could posture a threat or nothing at all – and Deimos had never been one to underestimate anyone. Many had abilities unseen and unheard until the precise moments they were needed, and he didn’t relish being caught unaware or on the back foot because he presumed another simply incapable. Most of such thoughts didn’t combine into Theea anyway – Ashe’s daughter, so likely already trained in several armaments, and he’d seen her skewer void luxere, despite the hinges of inexperience.So as she went through the movements, slashed, cut, delivered another sliced angle to the decrepit dummy, he studied. She seemed a little surprised by some of the heavier inclinations, unsurprising given her predilections for daggers rather than the broadsword, but that could be cured in time and practice. “Good,” he nodded, eyes narrowing in brief speculation, and stepping away, producing a wooden sword within his hands, a brief golden glow to hallmark and signify the creation magic woven instantaneously. They likely wouldn't have to parade through the bare basics. “I wanted to see where we could start,” which might just be brief practices in slashing techniques and motivations, but he figured there were other areas they could preside within too. “Now show me how you would come at an opponent,” raising his training blade briefly, pinpointing on himself, as he readied a stance, easy, certain, muscle memory honed and prepared.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
