[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos The question gave him a slight pause, but only because of the consideration behind it. Another round of laughter occurred, but lighter this time, indulging the newcomer. “You may keep it. But do not be bothered in naming it after me,” and he snorted – Deimos had long since configured himself as not worthy of such scruples and designs. “And we can always train again.” Especially once he got those proportions underway amongst the guild. Thereafter though, he listened and adhered to instruction – taking it dutifully, scholarly, applying the alterations in his stance as necessary. Bending his left leg, thinking of power from movement in his limbs rather than the blunt muscles of his arms, he held it tightly, amidst the callouses from his blade’s hilt. “Is this suitable?” It made sense, given the configuration of how the weapon was wielded, but he waited for approval regardless. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime