[Training] climb these hills we cannot flee

Elide

Elide thinks, for a moment, that Deimos and Aisha have a bit of a fascination with trying to knock swords out of hands. It's a good enough trick, she supposes, but when your body is made of mechanical, unfeeling parts, it's difficult to be thwarted by pain. Pressure might make its mark on her skin, of course, but that is all she will feel.

And pressure is something she can live with, as she relents to his - just enough to take capturing strides backwards, to keep herself from falling to the ground. Her sword bends beneath his but, at least it is caught, at least this is - to some degree - a defense. Elide has the thought to try to twist away herself but, he doesn't give her much room. She is at a loss as he whips the other way, releasing her sword from the unforgiving grip of his own.

His sword hits her across the back, her body flinching from the wake of his strike. No breath, however, is forced from her lungs. With inability to truly feel the infliction, she is able to recover quickly. Hesitance to hurt or maim is lost. Her own body turns and her arms arc to cruelly clash the sword against the fingers that grip his hilt, jawline clenching with the motion.

sewn together, my humanity and my immortality
together, they hang, trading places like sun and moon