[Training] when the sun goes down

Deimos

Deimos held respect for anyone who yearned to grow and hasten defensive motions. It didn’t have to be for warfare, bloodshed, ruination, or devastation, but the simplistic act of being able to protect oneself - a monumental feat some still couldn’t be bothered to hasten. Isilme and Helovia ensured his own mindsight was clear in those accords and directions, and Caido, with its penchant for disastrous and chaotic maelstroms, seemed to be of similar ilk. He’d be grateful if more persisted and pursued similar goals; which was why his barracks were eternally open.

He twisted his incantations around, scrutinizing Alys’s maneuvers around the dummy. He was content to see her move, just as they’d practiced before, and the exposed neck received a well-earned jab for the notions. So he nodded, a complimentary extension, before pursuing once more, instigating a set of movements amidst Air enchantments, bolstering the effigy towards the Seer’s right side, as if to bump her off course or down to the floor.

you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight