heart open, testify, tell me i'm not crazy
Marcus watched as Deimos returned weapons to their proper places, the easy efficiency of the motion making it obvious how many thousands of times he'd done the same task before. The offer drew an immediate grin across Marcus' face. It had been mostly a joke when he'd mentioned finding someone willing to get splashed, but he certainly hadn't expected the Warden himself to volunteer. Although, he really shouldn't have been surprised -- all Deimos had ever done was help Marcus when he needed it.
There was no hesitation in the agreement, though a flicker of excitement settled somewhere beneath his ribs and flashed across the white of his teeth as he still grinned. Training with Deimos was rarely something a person turned down, even if it usually meant discovering new and inventive ways to get knocked flat on their back. Still, that was the point. If he wanted to improve, there wasn't much sense in seeking out easy opponents.
"I can work on using my water magic offensively." The younger hybrid suggesed, already turning possibilities over in his mind. Water still felt unfamiliar in his hands compared to his healing magic. "You can use your fire defensively."
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Marcus stepped into the training ring and immediately sought out the nearest source of water—a half-filled barrel left beside the yard. Remembering the motions he'd studied, he planted his feet and drew one arm in a smooth arc. The water answered sluggishly at first, sloshing over the rim before gathering itself into a wavering ribbon, his brow furrowed with concentration.
Rather than trying to force it forward, Marcus tried to guide it, turning his hips and sweeping both hands outward. The ribbon coiled around him like a living thing before snapping forward in a broad, whipping strike aimed at Deimos' center mass. It wasn't elegant and certainly wasn't perfect, but there was a set determination to his jaw that Deimos would see Cordelia in. Marcus followed the attack with another push of his hands, trying to add force behind the water as it surged toward the Warden in a small, yet cresting wave.
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There was no hesitation in the agreement, though a flicker of excitement settled somewhere beneath his ribs and flashed across the white of his teeth as he still grinned. Training with Deimos was rarely something a person turned down, even if it usually meant discovering new and inventive ways to get knocked flat on their back. Still, that was the point. If he wanted to improve, there wasn't much sense in seeking out easy opponents.
"I can work on using my water magic offensively." The younger hybrid suggesed, already turning possibilities over in his mind. Water still felt unfamiliar in his hands compared to his healing magic. "You can use your fire defensively."
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Marcus stepped into the training ring and immediately sought out the nearest source of water—a half-filled barrel left beside the yard. Remembering the motions he'd studied, he planted his feet and drew one arm in a smooth arc. The water answered sluggishly at first, sloshing over the rim before gathering itself into a wavering ribbon, his brow furrowed with concentration.
Rather than trying to force it forward, Marcus tried to guide it, turning his hips and sweeping both hands outward. The ribbon coiled around him like a living thing before snapping forward in a broad, whipping strike aimed at Deimos' center mass. It wasn't elegant and certainly wasn't perfect, but there was a set determination to his jaw that Deimos would see Cordelia in. Marcus followed the attack with another push of his hands, trying to add force behind the water as it surged toward the Warden in a small, yet cresting wave.
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