[Training] [se] stronger than all of it

Deimos There was an assortment of lectures to pick and choose from. They’d already been over the nuances of striving to impress him, since battle couldn’t be about exhibitionist qualities; peacocking around didn’t signify any skill except raising an opponent’s irritation (a dangerous game). It mattered in between the moments – how to outwit an adversary. How to flank and drive and dissolve. How to disarm. How to ensure victory. How to instigate one’s own survival, and hopefully remaining comrades. His features didn’t change; reticent and displeased. No amused arch to his brow. No cracking of foundational reserve. “I am not here to boost your ego. I thought you wanted advice, not to show off.” Perhaps he’d been mistaken. But the Sword was not an individual who handed out compliments to everyone and everything; they were earned, merited, warranted justifications. And then he sought to dig deeper, see if there was any logic into her actions, or if had been nearly all impulse and ignorance. “What was the point of refusing to be healed?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime