remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
He watched, waited, to see her block; executed well, an intrinsic circumstance likely from living in a world yearning to annihilate at every turn. “Well done,” and he nodded for her to continue, sliding his blade downward, smirking when she conformed to a rebuttal – a natural inclination she must’ve held in her mind; not requiring the direction or accord from him. It was a customary procedure – to find those openings, to snag at the notions, to parry, evade, and then return, striving for a weakness to crumple, crumble. The Sword caught the angle of her blade intending to launch towards his hip; strong and fierce, fast and unbothered, flicking it away with a swift ease. It wasn’t about the hits, the assaults, the sieges, but the movement – intending for her to begin to think of them as muscle memory, as tactics, well before any damage could ensue. He nodded, indicating her reasoning was correct. “Good. Use your speed. Give them no time to react.” Her size, while no means diminutive, still didn’t compare to either himself or Noah’s. By all credit, she should be fleeter of foot, and with most opponents she would’ve been, had he not trained abundantly in the very same skill, intending to make up for such a weakness within his towering frame.
Deimos drew forward again, and his eyes were obviously immersed in calculations, pondering over the next series of coordinated motions. “What if your opponent attempts to disarm you?” And here he did the same thing, a warning in his purposefully slower outreach, indicating his blade heading for her weapon-arm, her wrist, anything to ensure she’d drop it upon the ground.
out for vengeance
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