After their conversation in the Wilds, Tal had made a point of at least picking a spear up and seeing what it felt like to hold one. And sure enough, it had felt like holding a stick; one that was heavier on one end, but nothing like the axes Tal was most used to.
The courier was in the training yard now with one of the practice spears, jabbing it at the practice dummy with the oversized nose and the jagged-toothed scowl. His stance was all wrong and his balance suffered for it, but at least he was mostly hitting at where he was aiming. His scowl was out in full force as he wrestled with trying to learn the heft and leverage on the new weapon, and from the way the snow was trampled down around the dummy he'd been at it for a little while already.
And if the pointy end wasn't sinking into the target's torso very far, well, at least it was the point end going in.
Deimos
The courier was in the training yard now with one of the practice spears, jabbing it at the practice dummy with the oversized nose and the jagged-toothed scowl. His stance was all wrong and his balance suffered for it, but at least he was mostly hitting at where he was aiming. His scowl was out in full force as he wrestled with trying to learn the heft and leverage on the new weapon, and from the way the snow was trampled down around the dummy he'd been at it for a little while already.
And if the pointy end wasn't sinking into the target's torso very far, well, at least it was the point end going in.
Deimos
