[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos His grin notched along the corner of his mouth; used to these teachings, about pain, about torment, about learning how to avoid it, or lean into it, wear to bear the brunt of the assaults. So he nodded in accord, a mental preparation as much as a physical one, permitting a slight laugh above all the other potential discords. “I do.” The feeling of unfurling, of unraveling, of every wild, vehement, violent matter coming to the forefront, of coiling power, strength, and persistence into movement and motion. Deadly dances, dais of battlegrounds; the honing of precision and might. But he’d use the spear, and see what he could do now. Fast and swift, rapid and quick, he rushed forward, one hand on the spear, the other ready for defensive proceedings. With the weapon, he angled it near Darkeye’s ribs, merely to see what the experienced being would do – not to toy, but to take measure, scrutinize, and examine. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime