Grossly under-practiced in any form of combative art, Chulane was very much learning-as-he-went with this whole training thing. He could probably come to the conclusion about good training methods when he was less in the strike zone of a warhammer - and he appreciated Morgan's tutelage nonetheless.
He was a little disappointed that his trick shot didn't land a hit, but he was pleased to have given it a fair go all the same. And at Morgan's words, he beamed, also catching his breath. "Thanks. I'm not used to throwing at a live target." he gathered up the knives again, putting them back into their covers on his belt.
"I might have to give a warhammer a go next time," he quipped lightly, before the moment passed, and the gloom of recent events resettled over their little zone once more. He sighed - it was going to be this way for a while, little pockets of distraction in amongst a long time of sadness. Normal would return, it was just going to be a vastly different normal to before.
He was a little disappointed that his trick shot didn't land a hit, but he was pleased to have given it a fair go all the same. And at Morgan's words, he beamed, also catching his breath. "Thanks. I'm not used to throwing at a live target." he gathered up the knives again, putting them back into their covers on his belt.
"I might have to give a warhammer a go next time," he quipped lightly, before the moment passed, and the gloom of recent events resettled over their little zone once more. He sighed - it was going to be this way for a while, little pockets of distraction in amongst a long time of sadness. Normal would return, it was just going to be a vastly different normal to before.
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