remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
The General was not one to frequent praise; conceding to it when appropriate or earned. Aisha had skills and talents, and those were to be recognized. His eyes watched as she mirrored his position, stepping aside to witness and scrutinize the technique as she attempted it for herself. “More weight in your feet,” a grounding measure, so she could power off from the earth, amplify her abilities, her striking range, the menace and might behind the thrust. She’d be able to incorporate such movements into whatever skirmishes, battles, and duels damned or doomed to follow. “Good,” as she followed through. Deimos paused in his machinations though; considering going through more stances, more methods and approaches, or allowing her time to amplify the ones already given and granted. Too many procedures tended to be overwhelming; in their training days, they hadn’t adhered to more than one or two a day, until they’d mastered those and could move on. She already had quite a few in her repertoire – perhaps he would allow her to make the decision, whether to proceed in further assaults, her mind open and clear, or to cease and desist there. He wasn’t certain about her endurance or fortitude either; machinations requiring ample energy, concentration and focus when adhering to new motions. He lifted his blade and placed it along his shoulder, at rest and ease while they meandered around precision and possibilities. “Is that sufficient for today, or do you want to continue?”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
