Deimos
It may have only been moments and seconds of calculation, but Deimos watched the wheels turning, as Alys worked through the process. Her punch was aimed squarely for the effigy’s chest, though lacking in power and foundations. “A decent attempt,” he noted, for it was – though if it were a real enemy, all the time she’d taken to decide would’ve landed her in jeopardy. But this was why they practiced; for the concrete measures to take hold, and for the muscle memory to take shape.
He maneuvered back to her side, snagging back to residual stances – another opportunity for her to watch and learn. “Make sure you use the power in your body. Keep the stance the same.” He demonstrated once more, and though he was aware of such potentials in his own frame, he didn’t maim the effigy; simply snagged and claimed at the air – over and over again, for her to pick up on the motions. “Try once more,” he nodded towards the target. “Head for the jaw or the neck.”
He maneuvered back to her side, snagging back to residual stances – another opportunity for her to watch and learn. “Make sure you use the power in your body. Keep the stance the same.” He demonstrated once more, and though he was aware of such potentials in his own frame, he didn’t maim the effigy; simply snagged and claimed at the air – over and over again, for her to pick up on the motions. “Try once more,” he nodded towards the target. “Head for the jaw or the neck.”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
