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

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Deimos had trained many – it had come with the weight of experience, survival, and wanting to ensure others maintained, remained, upon this earth as well. But it was always refreshing to hear another willing to learn without the grimacing, the whining, the scowling, or the frustration. He’d orchestrated lessons with those who’d done the latter with eyeroll inducing actions, to the point where he wondered why they were there, and he’d demonstrated, modeled for the masses where they truly craved and wanted to understand. Sah seemed to be amongst and amidst those; initially irritated by his placement in this world, but had already cultivated a level of patience and endurance in this particular task. So the General had no issue with Sah’s craving for another attempt – drawing back, adjusting his own stance again, permitting the Abandoned a moment’s reprieve, and ensuing a nod to accept the request. Thereafter, when the other man seemed ready, the beast moved forward again, raising his blade around shoulder height, for Sah to catch, snag, and contort with his own measures and abilities. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace