[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos Alas, it was not to be. Deimos had enough knives and daggers and swords pointed at him through multiple lifetimes to see the inflection of muscles, the coil of scrutiny, the barreling barrage coming his way. Too much experience, too many machinations. Fast and swift, from years of trying to be exactly that despite his large frame, he dodged the swipe, listening to the sound of the armament striving to be pushed back, the petulance in the air. Then he dug in, countering with a lunge of movement and motion towards Blackeye’s ribcage and stomach, intending to deal some amount of a blow with the wooden proportion of the spear. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime