[Training] [se] stronger than all of it

Deimos There were about a hundred things to be said, and walled behind his teeth like a fortress within the moments where she appeared to have lost her senses. A maelstrom tucked away and then unbound, and he sighed, irritated, annoyed, and exasperated, because the point of these lessons hadn’t been to become unhinged or unrelenting, but to know where she stood, how to wield, how to sharpen, how to weave precision. This was something else altogether, and it was difficult to parse through the good or the bad. Eventually, this effigy too fell apart; its bulk ground into the earth, flailed into pieces and proportions, left adrift there on the idle grass like a sea of parts, without the blood. The carnage was fluff and straw, fibers once-stitched together, frayed away in Seren’s frenetic display. “Enough,” he bellowed, and meant it; a command, a demand. Done, and over, and multitudes of machinations coiling about in his head. But he gave away nothing at all, as his features returned to their reticent stance, as his gaze swept directly to her. “What did you learn?” Zuriel remained where she stood – beside the Sword, both of them either waiting for a rebuttal or some other asinine refusal. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime