[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos A rough landing, and a laugh thereafter. Deimos shook his head, and then crouched, offering a hand to the man. “Good work. Your skills and footwork are impressive.” Especially for one who claimed to have been rusty – there were certain aspects lacking that could’ve been due to the detriment of the portal – everything fresh, foreign, and unfamiliar – but Darkeye seemed to take it all in stride. Pausing momentarily once they were both back on their feet, the Sword proclaimed another idea – one that had been circumventing through his skull since the newcomer had stated he was well versed in the weapon. “Actually, I was wondering if you would be willing to teach me the spear.” A lifelong learner, the soldier grasped hold of any and all opportunities to snag at new information and skills, and he hadn’t had the semblances in his battlefield training. “I can make some for us.” Much like he’d done with the blades. “And it is a rare chance that I gain an instructor,” settled with an affable smile, in hopes of agreements to the roughly-hewn terms. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime