remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
A man composed of infernal reaches of patience, he merely watched and waited, a careful reticence and nonchalance contorted over his features. When she came to the straw, previously used to stuff the targets and dummies, it lifted, spread, unfurled, and he anticipated something else – an unwinding, rapid dominion, bestial blades conforming from the wind.But nothing else.
His eyes roamed back to her, and the answer to his first inclination were already in her words. Basic, air manipulation, a starting point in fixtures and domination. The beast nodded, understanding, because there were columns of earth embedded in his veins that he didn’t know what to do with either. “We can practice your command over it.” Sometimes the more they honed, the more precise it could become – advancing it along a little further, pulling at those strands and seams.
The Sword moved back a ways, and without lifting his palms (for he’d been adhering to notions of using his mind only too), extended miniscule shards of ice. “Try to blow these away.” Then he fired them towards her, no peril, no treachery, but mere preparation, an extension of skills.
out for vengeance
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