if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
Waiting for a rebuttal, and finding none, Deimos would muffle another bout of amusement, but mostly for the sake of her growth. It was better than complaining, which he’d expected, or some juvenile whining he’d ensured left most of his recruits before they ever began to train with him. Failure was imminent – all a matter of when. He still had his moments. But it was about how someone persevered, rather than fading, falling, faltering, and stumbling constantly.
He watched before snagging at another knife, his eyes focused and trained on her movements. “Good,” the Sword granted when the dagger hit, down where the subject’s knee could’ve, or would’ve, been, had he not obliterated it earlier. “Try for higher,” pointing towards the ribcage.
He followed through on his own notions – gaze narrowing, determination forged, the glint of the steel contorted along his digits, before flinging it in swift facets towards the next target. It landed precisely in an empty eye socket.
He watched before snagging at another knife, his eyes focused and trained on her movements. “Good,” the Sword granted when the dagger hit, down where the subject’s knee could’ve, or would’ve, been, had he not obliterated it earlier. “Try for higher,” pointing towards the ribcage.
He followed through on his own notions – gaze narrowing, determination forged, the glint of the steel contorted along his digits, before flinging it in swift facets towards the next target. It landed precisely in an empty eye socket.
DEIMOS
