[Training] [se] stronger than all of it

Deimos A block, and then the eerie cracking of the weaponry – the staff’s shaft splitting. In another world, in another battle, in something that wasn’t training, it could spell disaster. A soldier outfitted with another weapon might have something left on their holster, on their back, grabbing hold and fighting onward. A warrior might have nothing, and be forced to flee or succumb. He narrowed his eyes again and shook his head as she continued to plunge onward. The Sword had half an inclination to cease and desist the motions altogether, to end it all abruptly, set the target on fire, and call it a day. No need for recklessness. No need for hostility. No need for the strange desperation clouding over her features (and for what?). But then, here was a safer place to learn than any multitudes of incoming battlefields. Than any high-stakes gamble. Than any place where enemies were coming to capture or maim, tear apart, desecrate. It was just going to be difficult. “Calm yourself,” he insisted, the boom of his voice clambering over the range of fields and sea. Her charge wasn’t without its zeal though – the bigger effigy faltered as the staff butted into its chest, pushed back, stifled for half a moment. Now would be a time to strike. To knock and tear it asunder; a tipping point, and he wondered if she’d recognize it or not, in her rash fervency. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime