remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Unfortunately, intentional or not likely didn’t matter to any herald or cosmic being. The affront would still be there, still unknown; he arched his brow and stifled a sigh. Things could be worse, despite the fact that apparently he couldn’t directly heal the ailment, shaking his head at the unicorn. She didn’t seem altogether worried or miffed, and continued to graze while he pondered the current predicament.Regardless of his pain, Chulane appeared eager and fervent to wield wisdom, and in some way that could be admired. Warriors carried on along the battlefield, often too deeply immersed to find any freedom, liberation, until they’d cleared their own path. Allies and comrades could only do so much when they were fighting and waging their bloodshed, and independence was a paramount fixture. There was also a notion of foolishness in the same stead – of individuals carrying on when they shouldn’t (and if Deimos were to think about it, he’d been in this category a fair amount of times). “We will still take it easy,” he informed, an indicative nod as he glanced at the burns, then maneuvered across the grounds. No sense in manifesting absolute anguish in a mere skirmish, especially when torment had already been laden.
Throwing knives were grand, but didn’t occupy the same immersion of movements as a blade. He snagged hold of two wooden training swords, and then maneuvered the mobile target he’d made in Deepfrost, poking it lightly to ensure it was still satisfactory. When the dummy motioned away from the action, he nodded, and pulled it towards Chulane, handing over one of the swords, figuring the man would know how to grasp it. “We can do some basic moves first.” Then, depending on his range of skill, test it via the more experienced.
The General assumed a stance, one instilled since he was young. Left front foot, right front back, weight evenly distributed into the grounds, hips facing forward, as if he were looking at his opponent, rather than the target. “Place your body like this.” He waited for Chulane to follow, then raised the sword to shoulder level.
“When you strike, you want to think about how to protect yourself as well.” A fluid motion followed, bringing his weapon forward, stepping towards the goal, and a little off to the right, as if to avoid a counterattack. He brought the blade down in a straight line, along the dummy’s neck, and the fake body was shoved, as if stung. He mimicked the motion several more times, for Chulane to study, before backing away, permitting space. “Try.”
out for vengeance
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