[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos Darkeye might have slowed down the spear, but his caliber of strength was no match for the Sword’s. With a huff of a snort, the soldier bared down, grounding into the sand, the earth, with keen measure, forcing the movements to become nearly nothing – no impact to his armpit, no bludgeoning notions to his chest. Nearly a stalemate in terms of motions. Perhaps that was a degree of success for the older man; considering no one had been hurt or maimed in the progress. So Deimos pushed back, moving both hands on the wooden portions of his weapon, intending to become much like a battering ram, aiming to shove his opponent away, or, in better tendencies, straight into the soft dunes. “Let me know when you have had enough,” he mentioned, uncertain where the details centered on Darkeye’s thresholds. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime