[Training] I still don't want to be here

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Far more successful ventures were to be had, given time, practice, and experiences, but the Sword nodded in his expanse as Sah caught the line of his slow-moving blade. Withdrawing it for a moment, the beast considered the inquiry, and where they could maneuver and move towards. “It depends on what you want to do next.” Angles and lines accounted for more technical pieces, and would eventually skim back into muscle memory, so they wouldn’t even require a thought. But, for now, with the newness, the large amount of the unknown, they’d have to be carefully whittled, drawn out, and processed. “Different situations call for different moves.” He paused, musing, speculating for an instant, before perusing into further instruction. “Lift your blade.” Waiting for the command to be followed, the General then ascended his own, utilizing the side as if to block. “You could use the side to continue defending.” Amplifying the catching, the snagging, until there was an opportunity to evade. “Or the edge if you want to retaliate.” To escalate the situation, to give back – and here he skimmed his sword slowly (so the Abandoned could watch) beneath Sah’s, as if to strike at his chest, or shoulder. The motion would cease before reaching any flesh or bone, and then he raised his once more, for Sah to devise and ponder, try himself. “Decide what you would prefer.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace