[throughout the session, shalem has become more and more ruthless, a demanding teacher despite his claims of lenience. faster movement, stronger blows, quicker reflexes, more flexibility.
he's like a master looking for perfection.
in contrast, his movements have become less strained, adrenaline loosening up his muscles like he's just finally warmed up. though it's more that his heart has warmed to the sparring than anything else, the pythia forgetting exactly why he doesn't like to stress himself.]
Ah... you could be better. But you move better than when we began.
[a pause, before he makes a decision-- and a quick pause at that. he's being driven by the need to move, and his shadow is just egging him on, unbeknownst to him.]
I believe it's time to spar. [now he takes his stance once more, ready to fight.]
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he's like a master looking for perfection.
in contrast, his movements have become less strained, adrenaline loosening up his muscles like he's just finally warmed up. though it's more that his heart has warmed to the sparring than anything else, the pythia forgetting exactly why he doesn't like to stress himself.]
Ah... you could be better. But you move better than when we began.
[a pause, before he makes a decision-- and a quick pause at that. he's being driven by the need to move, and his shadow is just egging him on, unbeknownst to him.]
I believe it's time to spar. [now he takes his stance once more, ready to fight.]