There was good news and there was bad news for Tal. The good news was that Edmund's palm strike missed. Barely, but the wind of its passing only harmlessly stirred the courier's hair. As for why it was going past his head instead of his chest? Well, that was the bad news. An unlucky step had him tripping over the head of a statue that had been lurking in the damp underbrush of the Levinsward. It was also unfortunate that a nearby rumble of thunder cracked out over the landscape to punctuate his stumble with dramatic flair, making it impossible for the courier to recover gracefully.
This wasn't the first time that he'd tripped at an inopportune moment, however. And this time Tal was able to react, twisting as he fell to catch himself and kick his leg out, aiming for Edmund's knee in an attempt to bring the Ancient down with him. "So, uh... how'd y'feel about an Old Gods shrine goin' up here in th'Grounds, too?" he asked as he caught his balance and attempted to pop back up, hands raised in defense.
This wasn't the first time that he'd tripped at an inopportune moment, however. And this time Tal was able to react, twisting as he fell to catch himself and kick his leg out, aiming for Edmund's knee in an attempt to bring the Ancient down with him. "So, uh... how'd y'feel about an Old Gods shrine goin' up here in th'Grounds, too?" he asked as he caught his balance and attempted to pop back up, hands raised in defense.
