[Training] [se] now what's in store

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Though it struck true, with enough force and precision in it to make a mark, he had more to learn. An easygoing snicker rallied in the corner of his mouth as Cordelia’s insinuations echoed along the hall, twisting his head over his shoulder to follow the track of movements, hand open to receive the weapon when she hastened it back. At the mention of her own skills and Noah’s attentions alongside, the Cheshire grin remained. “Of course he did.” There was probably a joke embedded in there, but Deimos was too much of a gentleman to continue that line. “Thank you.” Thereafter, he lined back up, adjusting his grip, eyes upon the hilt, and altering his stance. “Better?” Integrating and gaining knowledge all the while, intending for sagacity in multitudes and marks, walks of life – then hurling the armament back towards the target. This time there was a far more audible thwack as it squared somewhere in the center of the target’s face. The Sword waited, gaze on hers again, with a habitual, feline tilt to his skull. “How was your family?” Presuming she’d checked in with them as soon as she’d been able – the majority of them flicking off in different directions as soon as news traversed and traveled. Much to be done in a shorter length of time. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace