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

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The monolith stood, unflinching, as the wooden blade came towards him. Instead of tensing, or smothering down the temptation to annihilate, the General watched, scrutinized, as Sah attempted methods, motions, and measures. Clever, to sidestep away, to prevent a potential retaliation; a quick, efficient learner, and with being able to finagle concepts swiftly, he’d find himself capable and ready for other techniques and motions. Depending on interest, of course. “Yes.” A nod, swift and keen, as he tilted his head again. “Because you were not relying on strength, it was sufficient. You needed to be light-footed to maneuver and evade. When to use might will come with time as well.” He then sheathed his sword, drawing it back along his belt, eyes glinting back to the dummy, pondering if there would be any other ventures for this occasion. Already Sah had been granted and given measures towards the basics: blocking, evading, and a simple attack. They could be refined, instilled, and added onto later; Deimos saw no need in overwhelming a newcomer. “I think that will be all for today. You did well for your first attempts. Let me know if you are interested in joining the guards.” Because they’d always need more – for whatever lay on the horizon. “Do you have any other questions?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace