Tal's ears and the back of his neck reddened at the reminder that, though he'd improved greatly in the past year, he lacked a certain level of musculature. Fancy footwork, quick slashes, and adroit stabbing were more his wheelhouse. And maybe he hadn't quite considered just how heavy a lengthened weapon could be become, even if it was only for a few seconds.
Well... shit.
At least Frey was patient with his learning curve, and the alternative suggestion had the courier opening his mouth to begin an instinctive protest... and then close it again a moment later as his brow furrowed and he gave the god's suggestion a more thorough consideration. "Uh... well... I hadn't," he admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was thinkin', well, big an' flashy but..." But they couldn't all be Deimos or Sah, or even Melita. Besides, he was a courier, not a fighter. There was something to be said for subtle.
And it would sure as hail be a lot more convenient to carry around.
"A knife that I didn't have to throw t'hit somethin' far away would be pretty useful," he agreed slowly. Not losing his weapon? Yes please. "What're you thinkin'?"
Well... shit.
At least Frey was patient with his learning curve, and the alternative suggestion had the courier opening his mouth to begin an instinctive protest... and then close it again a moment later as his brow furrowed and he gave the god's suggestion a more thorough consideration. "Uh... well... I hadn't," he admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was thinkin', well, big an' flashy but..." But they couldn't all be Deimos or Sah, or even Melita. Besides, he was a courier, not a fighter. There was something to be said for subtle.
And it would sure as hail be a lot more convenient to carry around.
"A knife that I didn't have to throw t'hit somethin' far away would be pretty useful," he agreed slowly. Not losing his weapon? Yes please. "What're you thinkin'?"
