[Training] I still don't want to be here

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame New inclinations requiring accommodation caused a singular arch of his brow, before he shifted to oblige Sah. He’d been capable of utilizing either hand for a long while, even if he preferred his right, due to injuries and training, not yearning to have a weakness or capability honed only on one specific side or interlude. Adjusting to suit Sah’s needs, he flickered through on another demonstration, reversing the pattern and movements necessary – before taking a step back to watch, witness, and analyze. The basic concept was sufficient. The fellow Abandoned had followed through on the movements and motions, had supplied the necessary assemblages and accord. But since Sah had asked for adjustments, the General stepped forward, keen eyes noticing, scrutinizing. “Shorten your angle here,” within the shoulder, and if the movement was too long, it would give an enemy ample opportunity to strike back, to ensure he’d be on the receiving end of a harsh siege. “Step over more, so that you are not in range of a counter.” Deimos applied and rendered another manifestation, presentation, of the necessary undulations, and then proceeded in the same mannerisms as before; permitting Sah access to the dummy once more. “Again.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace