ISKRA
"YEAH, I LIKED MEETING IT!" Iskra agreed with loud enthusiasm. After blundering through his departure with Ludo, it became clear to Iskra what little sprinkle of extra the tricky god had given him. No matter what he did, Iskra couldn't stop YELLING. He was certain his voice would go hoarse sooner than later, No matter what he tried though, keeping his mouth more shut, gritting his teeth, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, holding his throat... he couldn't stop it. He gave up trying to resist it. "I COULD DO WITHOUT THIS THOUGH," Iskra didn't gesture at anything or give further clarification, he felt that point was obvious. One thing was certain, he'd never make the mistake of asking Ludo to visit Halo again.
Despite the irritation rising in his throat, Iskra couldn't fight back the smile on his face as Mel saunted through his region with him, her assistance with his tasks a welcome one. She still insisted on layers of jackets, and he bit back a tease that perhaps she was becoming too much like her god. They had stopped by to gather Iskra's assortment of axes, nothing so great as what he was requesting from Ludo, but an array of his working tools to chop different types of wood or just because he liked the varied styles to try one blacksmith's model over another. When Mel picked one up and swung with a practiced ease that her words did not confirm, Iskra's 'brow raised in surprise. "NO?" he yelled with that disbelief. "IS DAGGERS YOUR NORM?" he shout-asked, having seen the ones she carried on her.
"I DON'T NORMALLY THROW MY AXES, BUT IT'S A FIGHTING STYLE THAT WOULD BE GOOD TO LEARN. KIND OF LIKE DAGGER THROWING—WATCH." He pulled at his beard, exasperated by his own volume, as he leaned down to grab an axe. He gripped it solidly in the middle of the handle, pulled his arm back behind his head with his elbow raised, and in a swift motion unfurled it like a catapult, sending the axe spinning towards the tree. The blade sunk into the wood with vicious hunger. "RELEASE SOONER THAN YOU THINK, RIGHT BEFORE THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD. THE WEIGHT OF THE AXE HEAD WILL CARRY IT." Release too soon and the axe would likely bounce handle first into the tree and hit the snow. Release too late and it'd fall short.
1/4 axe throwing training
Despite the irritation rising in his throat, Iskra couldn't fight back the smile on his face as Mel saunted through his region with him, her assistance with his tasks a welcome one. She still insisted on layers of jackets, and he bit back a tease that perhaps she was becoming too much like her god. They had stopped by to gather Iskra's assortment of axes, nothing so great as what he was requesting from Ludo, but an array of his working tools to chop different types of wood or just because he liked the varied styles to try one blacksmith's model over another. When Mel picked one up and swung with a practiced ease that her words did not confirm, Iskra's 'brow raised in surprise. "NO?" he yelled with that disbelief. "IS DAGGERS YOUR NORM?" he shout-asked, having seen the ones she carried on her.
"I DON'T NORMALLY THROW MY AXES, BUT IT'S A FIGHTING STYLE THAT WOULD BE GOOD TO LEARN. KIND OF LIKE DAGGER THROWING—WATCH." He pulled at his beard, exasperated by his own volume, as he leaned down to grab an axe. He gripped it solidly in the middle of the handle, pulled his arm back behind his head with his elbow raised, and in a swift motion unfurled it like a catapult, sending the axe spinning towards the tree. The blade sunk into the wood with vicious hunger. "RELEASE SOONER THAN YOU THINK, RIGHT BEFORE THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD. THE WEIGHT OF THE AXE HEAD WILL CARRY IT." Release too soon and the axe would likely bounce handle first into the tree and hit the snow. Release too late and it'd fall short.
1/4 axe throwing training
I think I lost my mind a while ago
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
