remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
“Experience with multiple weapons will always be an advantage,” and he quirked a brow, a half-smile at her; pondering the lengths beyond daggers and bows. If she didn’t find herself inclined towards the blade after this training session, perhaps the staff would be suitable too – longer, packing its own punch without serrated endeavors. And the fact that she was willing to learn would serve her well. He’d met too many yearning, craving, for the knowledge, but lacking in the regard for correction – immediately wishing to be the best, but not realizing how many times, how many iterations, how many moments it would take to even become partially decent. “Good. We can start with defenses.” The Sword maneuvered to stand in front of her, more than an armament apart, so she’d be able to see, detect, watch his purposefully-slowed movements, to garner her own reactions. “While evading is the simplest way to avoid being hit, sometimes we have to find other methods.” Running out of the scene was a grand tactic, but with war coming, there could only be so many instances an individual could be allotted. Especially given the speed of potential enemies.
He took on a particular stance, grounding himself into the earth, toying with the blade in his hand before enacting a slow motion. His calculations, his scrutiny, also wanted to see what natural instincts clambered to the forefront of her mind, what was already instilled within muscle memory and survival. “If I were to attack here,” and he aimed in the same gesture towards her right shoulder, “Think of how you would block the move. How can you stop it?” From snagging at a wound, from clawing into a major proportion of her figure?
out for vengeance
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