[Training] [se] stronger than all of it

Deimos So, she hadn’t learned about protecting her back. Again. A snort rallied through on her appeal; shrugging away his shoulders. “Not all of your opponents will be fair.” He could’ve waxed poetical on a thousand, myriad ways in which enemies and adversaries came together to maul, ruin, and siege; how some used children, how some sent plagues, how some slowly starved towns and kingdoms until there was no one left but mere skeletal figures trying to hold onto their lot in life. And while this was innocent, this was also training, and she needed to some figments of reality. Because some never stopped, never ceased. And who would they prefer to be unrelenting – their side, or the other? Zuriel stepped forward, an offering to heal again, as Seren decimated the remains of the effigy. It fell apart in arches and swings, clattering together in nothing but a pile of ruins – arms and legs and torso and head divided and scattered amongst the grass. If he was being truly obnoxious, those could rise too, and be sent off towards her. But the Sword could see her irritation, and inclined an arch in his brow for it. Now she could be proud. “There.” And he justified it with a nod, moving forward to claim the broken pieces, and likely burn later for amusements. “Zuriel can heal you once more, if you want to take out the other one.” An offering, to cease and desist here, or continue moving forward in her education. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime