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Deimos Zuriel obliged, and the mending proceeded. When completed, the mare simply bowed her head, accepting the scratch, before maneuvering back to where Belial was hunting wayward insects still surviving amidst the autumn vestiges. With the healing taken care of, there was only moving forward into their next task – though he did so with another residual arch of his brow and the grin still in place. “So best not to get into bad habits then.” As young soldiers and recruits, his instructors wouldn’t have blinked an eye on setting them flat on the ground with any sort of foolishness or need to impress; but Deimos wasn’t them. So a light teasing would commence, just enough to ruffle her and set her forward again. As she approached the targets, he strode off to the side, where he could watch, critique, scrutinize, and examine. His own weaponry put away, without so much as a warning, other than her go ahead, the Sword chose the target she lined up with – Air incantations mustering it forward, brandishing its arms and limbs, and moving with no predictable direction. Occasionally to one side, as if to bombard her, and then whipping around to the other. Belial, for his part because it turned out that the peryton and Deimos were both juvenile and obnoxious, made hissing noises each time the figure altered course; as if the effigies themselves were rumbling and grumbling. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime