Well thank fuck someone had some balls! Tal could have cheered when the stranger's kick landed with a satisfying sound of murdered void critter against the spider's abdomen--
Right up until he remembered Safrin's requirements.
"Wait! Wait! Hold on, I just gotta--" He yelped and put on a burst of speed, making a dive worthy of a baseball player sliding into home base as he skidded between Isar and the spider so he could slap the charm in his hand against the Voidweaver's intact cephalothorax.
At which point the dying bugarachnid predictably tried to bite him and Tal yelped and smashed it again with his fist.
There was a second splatter, some of which splashed across Tal's gloved arm, but the Voidweaver was now quite thoroughly and irreversibly dead and the courier slowly sat up. He scowled, thoroughly disgusted at the mess as he tried to shake it off the no-longer-glittering object he held, and the dragon backwinged to a landing beside him. She hiccuped smokily and then unleashed a final gout of fire over the spider's carcass with every evidence of glee.
This caused a second yelp as Tal scrambled back from the flame, giving his dragon a look of wounded offense before he realized the legs he'd backed into belonged to the man who'd stopped the spider in the first place.
"Oh, hey! Uh... thanks. That was a pretty good kick," he admitted, relief scrubbing the usual reluctance from his compliment as he sheepishly scooted forward a few feet so he could get to his feet.
Right up until he remembered Safrin's requirements.
"Wait! Wait! Hold on, I just gotta--" He yelped and put on a burst of speed, making a dive worthy of a baseball player sliding into home base as he skidded between Isar and the spider so he could slap the charm in his hand against the Voidweaver's intact cephalothorax.
At which point the dying bugarachnid predictably tried to bite him and Tal yelped and smashed it again with his fist.
There was a second splatter, some of which splashed across Tal's gloved arm, but the Voidweaver was now quite thoroughly and irreversibly dead and the courier slowly sat up. He scowled, thoroughly disgusted at the mess as he tried to shake it off the no-longer-glittering object he held, and the dragon backwinged to a landing beside him. She hiccuped smokily and then unleashed a final gout of fire over the spider's carcass with every evidence of glee.
This caused a second yelp as Tal scrambled back from the flame, giving his dragon a look of wounded offense before he realized the legs he'd backed into belonged to the man who'd stopped the spider in the first place.
"Oh, hey! Uh... thanks. That was a pretty good kick," he admitted, relief scrubbing the usual reluctance from his compliment as he sheepishly scooted forward a few feet so he could get to his feet.
