Deimos
One didn’t have to be violent to learn defensive procedures. While some of them were instinctually drawn towards the tangible threads of brutality, barbarity, and ferocity, they could also be tethered into lines of calm and compliance. Deimos included – for he wasn’t always seeking out the vehement ends; the intensity and ruthlessness stayed under cloaks and daggers much of the time. Only when his world, his people, or other ventures were provoked did he become a pitiless force of nature. So could be said for multitudes, who’d learned through desperate means what it meant to survive.
And he wouldn’t condone anyone who hadn’t been immersed into those worlds either. Perhaps, wish, above all else, that they would reach out to learn and be educated.
Alys moved again, but the dummy pursued, and so she’d have to think and mull over another possibility as the punch missed. He paused the effigy momentarily, giving her a few instances to breathe, compose herself, and start anew. “You do not have to target the same place. The jaw is certainly weakened, and perhaps broken, but it is not stopping it from coming after you.” He lifted his brows then, insinuating something else for her to carve a niche through. “Again.” The Air machinations and incantations unfurled back to life, and maneuvered the makeshift cretin over to her left, altering courses.
From there, they could practice and persist, continuing on ritual and rote until Alys simply had had enough.
{FIN}
And he wouldn’t condone anyone who hadn’t been immersed into those worlds either. Perhaps, wish, above all else, that they would reach out to learn and be educated.
Alys moved again, but the dummy pursued, and so she’d have to think and mull over another possibility as the punch missed. He paused the effigy momentarily, giving her a few instances to breathe, compose herself, and start anew. “You do not have to target the same place. The jaw is certainly weakened, and perhaps broken, but it is not stopping it from coming after you.” He lifted his brows then, insinuating something else for her to carve a niche through. “Again.” The Air machinations and incantations unfurled back to life, and maneuvered the makeshift cretin over to her left, altering courses.
From there, they could practice and persist, continuing on ritual and rote until Alys simply had had enough.
{FIN}
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
