[PQ] substance and blood

EVIE

Deimos' verbal praise is better than any God could ever give her (considering they've never cared for her it's a low bar, but still). Her cheeks flush with pride and a thrill of excitement at her own success. Deimos is not the kind to hand out such praise lightly after all, and that makes it all the more profound. Of course she can't fully bask in it, not when there is still so much else to be done. Though they aren't necessarily moving quickly, she can already feel the work of her muscles from each round of training imposed upon them.

Nevertheless she persists, copying the blocking move that Deimos demonstrates, running over it a few times in slower motions before she feels somewhat confident in its execution. Making the feigned disruption of another's attack and following through with the debilitating blow as Deimos instructed.

_{Table Code by Sky!}