The smile on Maea's face made all the stupid pirate talk worthwhile, and a grin split Tal's face to match her own as the chakram sped away from him and towards her. He hadn't really been thinking when he sent it back; it had been instinct, pure and simple. It hadn't even occurred to him that she wouldn't be able to catch her own weapon - in hindsight a really dumb assumption, given how Ludo had him stabbing himself with his Dagger - and at her colorful curse and the drops of crimson hitting the deck, Tal's smile instantly dropped away.
"Oh, shit!" He hesitated moment, torn between continuing the spar and going to check on her, but the eyes that rose to meet his were anything but defeated.
In fact, they were kind of scary.
Then the pain hit. He wasn't really sure how or where it was coming from other than Maea, and it was Tal's turn to let out an explosive "Fuck!" from between clenched teeth. He wasn't sure how she was doing it, but he wasn't going to stand there like an idiot and let it happen. He moved with the lithe confidence of a man who had rebuilt his ship with his own hands, his love and care put into every plank and twist of rope. He dove over a pile of rope, knowing the deck was clear enough behind it for him to hit with a roll and come up behind the mast, keeping it between himself and the Ancient for a heartbeat before he leaned around it to throw a short, careful jab with his Dagger at his friend to try and break her concentration. He pulled the punch, very much aware that it was still just training, and very glad that they'd both be able to heal each other up afterwards.
"New trick?" he called as he ducked back into cover. "It packs a fuckin' punch!"
Tal stabs for basic damage with his Dagger
"Oh, shit!" He hesitated moment, torn between continuing the spar and going to check on her, but the eyes that rose to meet his were anything but defeated.
In fact, they were kind of scary.
Then the pain hit. He wasn't really sure how or where it was coming from other than Maea, and it was Tal's turn to let out an explosive "Fuck!" from between clenched teeth. He wasn't sure how she was doing it, but he wasn't going to stand there like an idiot and let it happen. He moved with the lithe confidence of a man who had rebuilt his ship with his own hands, his love and care put into every plank and twist of rope. He dove over a pile of rope, knowing the deck was clear enough behind it for him to hit with a roll and come up behind the mast, keeping it between himself and the Ancient for a heartbeat before he leaned around it to throw a short, careful jab with his Dagger at his friend to try and break her concentration. He pulled the punch, very much aware that it was still just training, and very glad that they'd both be able to heal each other up afterwards.
"New trick?" he called as he ducked back into cover. "It packs a fuckin' punch!"
Tal stabs for basic damage with his Dagger
