Young and maybe a bit overconfident, huh? Tal felt a weirdly uncomfortable kinship with the landshark for a moment before he shook the unfamiliar feeling off.
"Bear spear," Tal said promptly, naming one of the great, long steel-shafted weapons with the broad crosspieces meant to prevent ursurs from charging up their length and right up to the one wielding it, to take its killer with it to Mort's fields. "I wouldn't survive getting close enough to hit it with my axe. Not with how fast it is." A reluctant admission, but matter-of-fact. Tal had shown enough wisdom to run or hide from fights he couldn't win before.
"How do you hunt one if you don't have, you know," he wiggled his fingers. "Magic?" Both unearthing the beast and lifting it into the air where it was almost helpless seemed invaluable strategies - but neither were options for the scrawny courier.
"Bear spear," Tal said promptly, naming one of the great, long steel-shafted weapons with the broad crosspieces meant to prevent ursurs from charging up their length and right up to the one wielding it, to take its killer with it to Mort's fields. "I wouldn't survive getting close enough to hit it with my axe. Not with how fast it is." A reluctant admission, but matter-of-fact. Tal had shown enough wisdom to run or hide from fights he couldn't win before.
"How do you hunt one if you don't have, you know," he wiggled his fingers. "Magic?" Both unearthing the beast and lifting it into the air where it was almost helpless seemed invaluable strategies - but neither were options for the scrawny courier.
