[Training] [se] stronger than all of it

Deimos A round of irritation segmented in his brows, and then conformed back to his reticent mask. If Seren was Attuned, she’d be able to sense the exasperation and vexation (because why ask him for guidance if she didn’t want to listen? Why waste his time?), but he’d tucked it quickly out of reach on his features. Instead, a tight clench to his jaw formed, eyes narrowing again, watching, contemplating, fighting the urge to shake his head as her movements became slower, more obviously contorted in some measure of pain. He had a horde of lectures to save for after the melee. The gravity pulse did its job; and he snorted as the Air magic was driven to a standstill for a moment, just enough instances to permit her spear to slam it into attachments and adornments. The fabric and stitching holding it together unraveled, contorted, frayed, and the arm was left to dangle, useless. But she’d also opened herself up to a closer expanse – and when the pulse ceased, the incantations wove again, directly assailing towards her arms, towards her weapon itself, intending to dislodge with force and ferocity. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime