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

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The Sword snorted once more, but when there wasn’t any rallying towards more jocular notions, he permitted the semblances to rest. The soldiers nearby eased back into their own tactics and diversions, while he concentrated on efforts with spears and arrows. The thud of Cordelia’s armament was enough to warrant his own persecution of the effigy once again, this time coming in from a different angle, persistent in study and scrutiny over the potential for vigilance and violence. Bringing his arm back, the volley rounded through muscle and mayhem, and upon release, rallied straight into the makeshift adversary’s shoulder. His nose wrinkled, for it hadn’t been as precise as he’d wanted, but the power and strength had been there just the same – through and through the fabric. Going forward to pull the weaponry out and hand it back to Cordelia again in a silent routine, he pondered over the wake of her words – brow remaining somewhat furrowed. “You will find your place again, if that is what concerns you.” They all would – fit right into the mold of their accord. “Or another one altogether.” New factions and filaments in the bends and hallows of what she’d learned in their time away. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace