[Training] [se] stronger than all of it

Deimos She could glare at him all she wanted; the fact of the matter wouldn’t alter or change. With a grumble, she conceded to ceasing the matter at hand, and the Sword silently called over for Zuriel – who inclined herself in her usual imperial manner, an offering of healing to Seren if she wanted to take it. His brows shot upward at the mention of wanting to impress him; hiding the lightest round of laughter. Deimos wasn’t a creature easily swayed or astonished – mostly due to the fact that he’d experienced far too much in consecutive lifetimes. War upon war upon war altered minds; and he’d seen things both outrageous, awe-inspiring, treacherous, and deceitful. While today wasn’t any of those things, he could at least offer her some modicum of critique. “But we do not show up to battle to gain someone’s respect or admiration.” Here he indulged in the lightest of smiles, to reflect he was only teasing slightly. “You have the techniques, stances, and movements down. Now you just need the experience.” His eyes moved away from her now, and towards the two remaining targets. “You can maul those still, if you would like. And I can move them with my magic.” And she wouldn’t have to worry about his movements leaving her in the dirt. “You would be doing me a favor. I cannot stand to look at them.” The effigies were clear representations of current enemies and adversaries; though with mocking caricatures for full effect; the hint of a juvenile grin manifesting on his features. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime