[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos He watched as the spear hit, decimating the rest of the target. Blinking steadily, maybe a little dimly, he laughed thereafter, echoing on the forefront of the older man. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d have to re-engineer an entirely new effigy, nor the last, but perhaps it had earned its credentials and subsequent, quick demise. The Sword went to retrieve the armament, plucking it from the stuffing lain out upon the rock. Upon his return, the apprehension in fighting Darkeye became readily apparent – much more so than when they’d been wielding wooden blades, a sort of grimace and wrinkle to his nose. “Are you sure? I can always remake it for training purposes,” or stick something on the end of the serrated proportions, so the battering of damage wasn’t highlighted by the sharp fringes. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime