[Training] shout at this battered earth

I was painting a picture // The picture was a painting of you and
For a moment I thought you were here

He seemed pleased with her answer and Cordelia beamed in response, the corners of her eyes crinkling with the action, "Perfect." The Attuned agreed before growing serious, her amber gaze tracking his movements as he shifted into position before her, raising his own wooden armament. She nodded at his words, knowing it to be true, having fled a time or two when she knew the odds were against her. Except there would come a time that she couldn't run. It was those times she worried about. When he bow wouldn't be enough to fend off her attackers.

Deimos moved in slow motion, giving her time to think and react. With brows drawn together, Cordelia shifted a foot back, side stepping as she brought her blade up, the flat of it pressing against his as she used the momentum to push it away and regain her proper footing. "I'd maneuver away just enough that my reach wouldn't be impacted and try to force your blade away." She explained her move as she finished, still holding her blade to his, eyes flicking quickly over his form. Cordelia knew her speed was the part that was most important here in her survival. Especially against larger opponents. "Then if I were to attempt an attack.."

With a hard push against his training sword that would likely keep him open, Cordelia used the opprotunity to attempt a strike against his side.

But then again, it wasn't true

CORDELIA