remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Deimos wouldn’t begrudge her attempts; these were all small learning curves, movements made to be beneficial. To make her think. To make her wonder. To make her try. She wasn’t in danger, in peril, or in any notion of lethality here – a safe and welcoming environment to strive and attempt. That was all the Sword had ever wanted to bestow to those he taught: they were open to making mistakes, to developing skills, to forging onward so they’d be capable of defending themselves, or someone else in their midst. So he nodded at her acceptance, stepping back, and resuming a familiar stance. Something borne out of instruction, embedded lives long ago; distinct in his grounding, in forging himself well, even if the blade was only wooden.
“Clever,” he announced, as she launched towards his side and sought to move under his arm. Save for his ability to switch sword-hands, as he did effectively when he noticed what she was garnering towards, it would’ve been a very decisive blow. He grinned at the notions, swiveling, spinning, pivoting within one stride, intending to tap her on the shoulder. “And what if someone comes at you from behind?” The soldier shifted, movements obvious and overt in their manner, encouraging her to think as he reached for her spine.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
