[Training] [se] stronger than all of it

Deimos The smirk simply grew at her expression; perhaps her only hint of his plotting. Seren did well on her initial rounds; and while the dummy didn’t flinch from the blows, it did slow as a human figure might, striving to endure the hits encumbering its movements. For its own efforts, it flailed around in more unpredictable circuits, as if irritated, annoyed, with its combatant – yearning for her to give chase, rather than continue to get walloped in close quarters. “Good,” he encouraged. “Always be on guard.” Who was to know how fast their opponent could impede, could assault, could maim? And then the target lost an arm. Deimos hid his laughter; muffling it quietly within his chest, as the caricature seemed to turn its body, inclining towards the limb laying in the grass. Then, of course, he turned the tables. The effigy was launched, higher and higher with his Air incantations, as if pulled by a string or lifted by the wind rather than just his juvenile whims. A high jump, a miserable siege, hoisted into the void and preparing to come back down upon Seren if she didn’t find a method, a means, to endure or maul its wrath. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime