Tal had a lifetime of relying on speed over strength behind him. It had usually served him pretty well in the past, but it had also left him with some bad habits he was now struggling to overcome. With the axe he could use momentum to turn speed into strength, but the spear was an entirely different beast and the courier scowled as Deimos stepped smoothly into a thrust.
The dummy failed its attempt to dodge and limped - so to speak, while floating - 'wounded' and in flight towards the courier.
The lesser threat, to be sure.
But there was a memory buried amidst a jumble of other recollections. His father, Shield of the citadel, practicing while a young Tal watched in wide-eyed fascination. A step, a twist, a push from hip to shoulder and down the arm...
It was awkward and a little disjointed, but this time when Tal lunged at the moving target he drove the spear from his hips rather this biceps, generating a twist as he stepped solidly into an attack that cracked solidly into 'Sunjata's' right hip with satisfying force. Jerking the weapon back, the courier flashed a surprised grin at the General. "Hey, I think he felt that! But, um... what happens if they get too close to stab?"
The dummy failed its attempt to dodge and limped - so to speak, while floating - 'wounded' and in flight towards the courier.
The lesser threat, to be sure.
But there was a memory buried amidst a jumble of other recollections. His father, Shield of the citadel, practicing while a young Tal watched in wide-eyed fascination. A step, a twist, a push from hip to shoulder and down the arm...
It was awkward and a little disjointed, but this time when Tal lunged at the moving target he drove the spear from his hips rather this biceps, generating a twist as he stepped solidly into an attack that cracked solidly into 'Sunjata's' right hip with satisfying force. Jerking the weapon back, the courier flashed a surprised grin at the General. "Hey, I think he felt that! But, um... what happens if they get too close to stab?"
