[Training] I still don't want to be here

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame More examinations, more scrutiny, studious gaze following, tracking, and devising how Sah reacted to the recommendations. Each interval was improved from the first, and eventually the Sword nodded, ceasing the movements and moments. “Yes.” The dummy had endured enough for the extended instances, and they could maneuver to another tactic. “You also need to learn how to block.” A common defensive procedure, and he shifted the effigy and target aside, so they had proper room and space to enact the promised action. “You want to put the blade between yourself and your opponent’s.” He raised his own armament, pretending to hold and assail it in different directions, as if catching the imagined steel. “You can always support your sword with both hands,” and he demonstrated, holding it in maximum, supportive measures, before lowering it once more. “Choose what you are most comfortable with for now.” Things could always be altered and improved upon again; he wanted Sah to experience the notions and motions before becoming too picky in technique. “Decide how you will defend yourself.” Then Deimos slowly, giving and granting ample time, drew his blade towards Sah’s chest, offering opportunities for the Abandoned to cease and desist the weapon’s impact. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace