remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
There were reason why they used wooden blades: just for these occasions, when training was appropriate, and serrated edges weren’t. He wouldn’t have been a General for very long if he continually used his normal cutlasses, daggers, or knives, with their forged metal and steel, to jeopardize those willing to train, to learn, to become better. Those motions were reserved for reality, when danger lurked, when treachery slithered, when the world twisted and turned. These moments, here and now, were for preparation into the latter.Chulane, for all his burns and pain, must have benefitted from his rest. Accuracy and precision carved its way through the air, and the Sword could give a nod of appreciation and accord for the movement. He caught it aptly, raising his own blade to intercept the motion before it bombarded his shoulder. “Now, think about if you are leaving yourself open. Your adversary will always look for a weakness.” An instant where Chulane wasn’t ready, or hadn’t managed to defend. The scrutinizing gaze of the monolith caught the residual stance, considered leaning into the burned armaments – of brutalizing where the other man was already scalded. Machinations of a world with mountains and war spun along his mind, where they’d carved their vengeance, where they’d plotted upheaval. But where this was mere practice, and not a time for him to pulverize, diminish, and decimate, he simply went for another target.
Deimos slid his sword underneath Chulane’s (brutal strength, raw power), preparing to make a counter-maneuver, intending to come across and down towards the man’s ribcage. He purposefully slowed the move so Chulane could see it, and act upon it, muscles honed and ready to snag and guard himself.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
