[Training] pulse of a steady beat

Deimos There was a corresponding smirk in response to the notions of hunting. Just the sort of vehemence and violence a restless soul could yearn to encounter, with purpose and motivation behind the assaults and sieges. “Plenty around here,” and his jaw jutted outwards, eyes scanning the horizon. “Hels,” and overhead came the irritating, illustrious cry of the seagulls, screeching over their terrain, looking for their own exasperating opportunities. “Cloud mantas too.” A few of the ray-like creatures bound out of the tide nearby, floating and flickering by for a moment, before sinking and receding back into the waves. “I have heard some stories about them. Supposedly the crystal on their head can be used for breathing underwater.” But he shrugged his shoulders, arching a brow back at the archer, wondering if she’d adhere to the story, and pondering if the locals were just seeing how many newcomers they could have killed off. As for what he wanted to work on? The soldier practiced his multitude of skills frequently – magic, Attuned measures, the expanse of predilections at his disposal. But first and foremost in his mind clustered and coiled. “Precision.” Because no matter how much power one had, it wouldn’t matter if his adversaries couldn’t be hit. “Potentially in one of my shifts.” There was one he’d yet to use, after all, and a part of him kept it under wraps, under tethers, because it felt undeserving. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime