[Training] [se] then we picked up the pieces

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us The proposition caused a rapid and massive grin – something menacing, minatory, and mischievous all at once. They hadn’t employed the breadth of their abilities in collaboration for a long while, and the notions of another game began to claw at his machinations – a constant, reeling motion. “Change abilities on each hit?” Which would amplify the game of skill and repertoire – forced to weave their capabilities in and out based on strikes, sieges, and assaults, with the unknown potentials rising and falling with each smack. Presuming agreement, the snicker altered once he’d done the same; human form shifting into massive bird intentions – wings unfurling, sparks simmering on the ends of plumage, a satisfactory clap of thunder bolstering from his rise into the air. From there, she’d see the familiar whims of lightning beginning its streak, but from his eyes, careening towards the Valkyrie. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left