remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Flagging, lagging, the fatigue, the exhaustion, the toil of curses mounting and overbearing – his meticulous gaze caught it all. The same had occurred with young, green soldiers on the battlefield, their swords too heavy, their armor too overwhelming, the war burning against their brows, and no matter how much training was instilled, there were time it couldn’t conquer the hidden enemy of weariness. Adrenaline pulsed and beat for a time, when one needed to survive, when fight or flight became the only thing searing and scorching at bones; but there was no need for that in the here and now, when they were merely practicing.“A break,” the beast insisted, and pointed towards a bench near the entrance to the armory. They’d known there would be issues due to Chulane’s poignant injuries, and he’d done well to endure for as long as he had. Meanwhile, the monolith rolled back his sleeves, tucked his blade on his hilt, banded back his wild hair into a bun, muscles barely bothered, and then set to work.
Zuriel came over at his silent insistence, if only to waylay the building headache and any other pains she could overcome, sniffing at the man, remembering, recalling treats. While her horn glowed, attempting to coil in some soothing, mending capabilities, Deimos wielded his enchantments – first, a bucket contorted and created at Chulane’s feet, filled to the brim with water, to do with as he saw fit, and a glass containing the same pulsed from his hand – extending and offering it.
Then he moved away, not the coddling type, to put the mobile dummy back into its proper place – they wouldn’t need it now, not after demonstrations, modeling, and the following through. “Let me know when you are ready,” he called over his shoulder, as he dragged the target along the field.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
