remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Targets were for reserved moments of new, foreign sentiments and movements; where the adversary couldn’t bite back, or bludgeon in return. They were helpful in obtaining the maneuvers required to achieve the motion, but once one had known them, had immersed themselves into the action, they were better suited to reality – where the world fought in return, and didn’t bow down. Neither did Chulane apparently, for all the pain that must’ve been segmented through him. The stance remained, the deflection stood, and he’d managed to find a way to get out of range. “You did well,” the beast stated, not disappointed in any way by the measures of the Attuned, placing his blade back along his hilt, and motioning back towards where the bucket had been left, refilling it with a coil of water incantations. “Eventually, you can learn to blend attacks and defenses together.” And parrying, feinting, all other sorts of rituals, rites, and complexities once someone had handled their blade long enough.
He nodded at the notion of ceasing, stopping, and not prolonging the agony, arching a brow at the back for more indication. “Only if you practice in Halo too,” half a grin mustered itself on his mouth, but he meant it too – the learning and skills didn’t cease once he stepped out of the training grounds. Nor had Deimos ever suffered fools gladly; expecting those who yearned to become better to continue when they found time. They’d always be welcome to return, however, he expected them to come back eager, ready, and fervent for the next onslaught.
The Sword refilled the glass of water as well, pondering other ways Chulane might have found some relief. “There is the Oasis to soak in, near the Glade.” The Greatwood also hosted some springs, but he figured figments within the Spire’s shadow were closer, easier to wander towards, and at no risk of becoming lost in the Fae’s makeshift spirals and trails.
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