remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
He snorted at the insinuation of stamina and endurance; fortitude, tenacity, and perseverance had been something he’d carved and sculpted deep in the fathoms of his being. More than once it’d saved him amidst blood-soaked fields and warring blasts, digging deep into his lungs, into his marrow, into his flesh and bone. Her decision rested there, and he nodded her acceptance, mind rolling over other variables and possibilities. “Let me know when you have had enough.” Otherwise, he’d continue in the stead, proffering whatever wisdom or sagacity available.“We will try this one,” and he resumed his stance, grounded in his feet once more, except his sword was lowered, right leg forward. The blade was pinpointed towards the earth, a foot or so above. On quick, effortless junctures, he raised the armament up with both hands, swinging it in an ascending arc deftly in the wind, towards some imaginary, intended target. “You can use this to block,” as it could easily cut along another’s raised blade, especially with some power and might behind it, “and then move forward to strike.” He pivoted swiftly, as if rotating around his opponent to wound, to mar, to tear. If someone were incapable of defending themselves, the weapon could essentially ripple its way through abdomen, sternum, or throat; a deadly fixture without armor or guard. Even hitting a hand within the lunge could disarm an adversary.
out for vengeance
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