[Training] [se] stronger than all of it

Deimos The Sword blinked at the sprawling figure on the grass – arching a brow, withholding a snort at the sudden impact and descent; and only standing, hovering, a short distance away. As she coughed and hacked, clearly the wind knocked out of her, he crouched, presuming this wasn’t a snare or a way to get him closer in some vicious assault, shaking his cranium. “You all right?” And when her spear did manage to swing at him, it hit the top portion of his boot, making a light tap along that might’ve rapped or been painful if it was shin or uncovered ankle. For his part, he made a gesture to grab her weapon, gently, no pulling or tugging, until she was righted, and extended his hand too, so she might be able to gain her bearings again. “I believe that may be enough for today,” he advised, rising from the ground, waiting for her answer. If he knew anything about Seren, it could go either way – emboldened by her missteps, or content to leave it alone for another day. There was always the option of mauling the remaining targets. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime