remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
He took his time so that Chulane might have an adequate amount, placing the target back in its proper accord, amongst the rest of its brethren until time or other opponents marched their way through the grounds. Zuriel, on the other hand, was very attentive and obliging, content with munching on her treat, lifting her chin as the man scratched it. She gave him another snort, teeth going to pull on some of his hair, before drifting back off to graze, leaving him to his own devices.The bark of laughter assured the General Chulane had manifested and righted himself to some semblance – not an adequate enough restoration to be certain, with a curse ignited along him – but enough to keep proceeding. His eyes went to the movements the other was making, precision not quite in amongst the practice. “I still work on new maneuvers.” A rumination accompanied by a shrug and half-smile, before he stalked back to the middle of the grounds. Which was why he implemented these notions – learning, experiencing, honing, the skill until it rendered itself another part of his repertoire, muscles finding it easy to manage, maintain, when onslaughts reigned (and here he didn’t stop to think of some inevitable thing, when the world stopped shifting and ultimately collided in force and ferocity).
The General removed the training blade from his hilt, extending it back into calloused palms, assuming a stance. “Good. Now, attempt to attack me. We will work on your blocking.” On something, someone, who would fight back.
out for vengeance
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