remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Pain and torment was an absolute hindrance; the General would know from experience. It tied and knotted, gnarled and reminded, constantly burdening the mind, the body, and the soul with bristling consequences. In some portions they were warnings, to cease and desist, in others they were impediments and obstacles, grinding down aspirations and ambitions. The perusal and study of Chulane’s stance occurred with all of these notions in mind; if the man was healthy, the Sword might have been less obliging, but understood why the steps were meager, why the swings were hesitant. At another time, the beast could be more demanding, requiring the polish, the finesse, the strength and accord, over lax proportions. It couldn’t be helped today. Chulane seemed self-motivated anyway, and didn’t require Deimos to mention the lack of dominion on the first movement; trying again and again. The slightest arch to his brow quirked at the inquiry, and perhaps a smirk too, inching its way along his mouth. “Yes.” He adjusted the Attuned’s stance, then watched, waited, until he’d had his fill of this rudimentary maneuver. “When you are healed, it will be better committed to memory.” He wouldn’t need to think about it: automatic, inherent, lodged and coiled into his muscles.
He stepped forward, towards the dummy again, to display and demonstrate a technique to place into Chulane’s methods. “Another way.” His left foot forward, he balanced the blade upon his right shoulder, and then fluidly reached forward, brandishing, cutting, across the sanction of the dummy. Were the training device serrated, it could’ve left a huge impact – instead some proportions were a bit dented in. “This can also serve as a defensive maneuver.” Especially if the adversary came rushing in, and the tip of one’s blade could catch, or even swing high enough to lacerate along shoulders and napes. Deimos modeled the movements once more, slowing down, allowing the other to fully watch and visualize, before stepping back and away, so that Chulane might try.
out for vengeance
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