[Training] pulse of a steady beat

Deimos The sea could be a restless endeavor. Or maybe that was his notions, his soul, reflecting upon the tides. He watched, piercing gaze following the curl of sea potency, as it unraveled, as it twisted, as it fell back and receded, only to rise again. Perhaps, pondering, the ways they could do the same – only to stay in their stature, rather than slip into the fold of failure once more. With all the other encompassing news, more strength, more dominion, more calculations would have to be achieved. Cunning, muscle memory, and convictions combined could be lethal, devastating, and undermining for their enemies. And Deimos sincerely doubted Cordelia had ever trained upon this type of terrain; either in Attuned bombardments or normal stature. Turning his head back over his shoulder, long strides had been sweeping outright with no thought to their precision, except stepping over the next dune, the Sword addressed the archer. “What did you want to work on?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime