[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos The mild modicum of concern seemed to fall on deaf ears as the opposing individual landed where the Sword had intended – straight into the sand. He snorted and shook his head, still permitting a modest grin to remain on his features, knowing and understanding well the game Darkeye played. Deimos had been very careful in ensuring no one was seriously maimed, wounded, or bludgeoned, and while Zuriel was nearby, he still didn’t want to risk it. “Last round then,” he murmured, accepting the inevitable, and allowing the older man his bemusements. Watching as Darkeye rose once more, he carefully contemplated another volley or tactic. What could he instigate within a longer range? How could he avoid the experienced tactics? So instead of marring towards or at his opponent, he thrust his spear towards the other weapon, hoping to snag it from underneath, and disarm Darkeye entirely. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime