[Training] when the sun goes down

At least a bruise. Alys snorted, then stuck her tongue out at Deimos. Childish? Perhaps. But perhaps a bit of levity was needed in times such as these. Still, however much the seer might joke with her friend, she knew, too, that he had a point. Thus far, nothing she'd done would have even touched a real person, and without knowing exactly what they were up against, she did want to be prepared. Just in case.

Alys took a step back to watch as Deimos shifted here and there, stalking the training dummy as though he were a predator and it was his prey. When he punched, it was precise and wounding, leaving the dummy looking a bit worse for wear. She'd hate to see what he could really do when provoked, if this was him offering a restrained lesson for her sake.

She approached the dummy again, squaring up to it and attempting to move around as Deimos had instructed, before offering a punch towards its off-kilter jawline once more.

ALYS GLASSE