[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos With acceptance of the inevitable, his attention became on the details, on the movements, on the orchestrations of everything bunched and coiled together. Bound into experience, at least in motion, rather than the weapon itself, his eyes rounded as the attack worked, before there were other multitudes to parse through. Darkeye’s spear might’ve ricocheted out of his grasp, but there were other components to deal with. “Clever,” he noted once more – forced to adjust in his nuances and scruples. An amused snort extended through his lungs and nose as the wooden sword came back into play, and on reflex, on muscle memory, he lowered his armament, striving to catch the notch of the blade into the longer proportions. Perhaps the spear could then be lifted from the other end and snag at Darkeye that way…the uncertainty all in the complexities of the motions. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime