[Training] shout at this battered earth

I was painting a picture // The picture was a painting of you and
For a moment I thought you were here

The desire for strength isn't new to the Attuned. Everyday in Halo was about growing stronger. Be it through training or just surviving. Here, though, the need is more pressing. There were things to prepare for. People to protect. Those she needed to focus on. With Deimos and Noah at her disposal it seemed silly to waste an opportunity to train with them. Noah had already helped her brush up on her sparring, reminding her what it was like to fight someone almost twice her size. Deimos had other skills to share with the hunter.

She was lurking just in the woods beyond the clearing that Deimos has created for their makeshift training ground, amber eyes watching his movements. He practically danced with his sword in a way that's so utterly devastating that Cordelia can't help but stare. As the target of his beating takes hit after hit the Attuned committed the movements to memory, practicing a few of the steps on her own, brows drawn in concentration.

Only when there is a break in his movements does she emerge. "I want to learn how to do that. To fight with a sword. Can you teach me?" She wasn't sure her willowy frame was best suited for such things, but Cordelia wasn't weak. There was muscles beneath her skin even if she lacked in bulk.

But then again, it wasn't true

CORDELIA