remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
More of the same – a certain quality in the instruction – to permit Chulane’s practice gone unhindered, save for his own pain, while the General watched and surveyed. His instructors had been much the same, proffering their expertise, their words, and then allowing their young pupils and eventual soldiers to discover which movements worked best. Corrections were often rendered when they were necessary, and muscles grew, honed, understood the intricate balance and weight of their blades, of how one twist and turn could implement a harsher strike, or lose a key component of fortitude. Chulane, despite the anguish he must’ve been feeling, didn’t give into its push and pull, and Deimos could respect the notions. “Good,” he nodded, as exercises shifted, waned, and then began again – allowing for breaks, for pauses, for an alteration in patterns when there was any fatigue flagging and winding. “Another one,” and then Chulane would likely have enough to go off of for a while, not choosing to overwhelm, to overload, with too many techniques and capabilities.
He moved in front of the dummy once more, and began his demonstration. He held his sword over his shoulders, so that it remained behind him for a moment, before building up power, precision, might, and weight, then swung deftly into the target, listening to it ricochet violently along its mobile hinges. “You can use this to block as well,” especially with the amount of fortitude lodged behind it; tactics in both defensive and offensive maneuvers, so Chulane would be able to wield his cutlass comfortably in whatever antics he found himself lacquered within. Then, as they’d done before, his modeling continued, pressing, infiltrating, and then backing away, permitting the Attuend to try.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
