[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos “Name it what you wish,” and he laughed, not wishing to offend based on another’s culture, but understanding he wasn’t worthy of the gesture just the same. Working on those notions had always been a task, and even now, the notions of his merit and value ranged. Besides, there were other details, scruples, and information to be had. Adhering to it with a scholarly and military mind, he listened as Darkeye instructed, implemented, and added dimensions. Bare handed defense was feasible, and so he nodded once more, taking the notions and sagacity, intending to place it within his own movements. So he restarted, altering his stance, spear whipping towards the target once again. But he maneuvered this time, never standing still, slow enough for Darkeye to catch the motions, and stark, clear, for his own purposes. A slash here, a laceration there, piercing and sliding through the intricacies with carefully-honed precision – not staying too long, pressing into sides, sliding across the sand, piercing eyes on the target the entire time. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime