who we are and all that we're trying to be
Eyes caught the sweeping measures and the monolith grinned; narrowing speculations down to finer points and techniques. In response, he dipped his blade downward, arm following through, so that her blow merely hit air, but it’d been close. For that, she earned another passing smile, pleased with the performance and round of military might. He’d offer some other passing comment, but saved it for later – there were too many other calculations angling through that battle-hardened mind.
He shifted, maneuvering to the right, and angled the sword towards her torso this time; as if it were a passing swipe. If this had been the dais of war, it’d be intentionally plunged towards a ribcage, a bone, or one of the many precious organs protected by those measures – for now, it was to simply see how she’d defend and block.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
