Noah delivered a lesson that Deimos hadn't taught him: that sometimes he might face an opponent willing to take an injury in order to get close. Even a potentially devastating injury, like a gut stab, might not matter to a frenzied animal - or an opponent with healing magic. Tal was unprepared for the grinning demigod to continue his forward rush even after blood was drawn.
He brought his free hand up and over in a surge of panicked strength when he realized that the other man wasn't stopping, trying to slap the spear off to the side so it would plunge into the ground instead of his own soft throat, and for the briefest splinter of a second it almost felt like it would work. Stronger than he'd ever been, his gloved palm met metal and he felt the weapon shudder--
But it still wasn't enough. The demigod's strength outpaced his own and his attempt to deflect fell short.
Barely.
With a spear at his throat and no healing magic of his own to call upon, Tal groaned and let his hands flop back over his head, eyes closing in defeat. "I yield," he declared. Grudgingly, and with a heavy sigh of defeat.
But at least Sah wasn't around to see it!
~Fin~
He brought his free hand up and over in a surge of panicked strength when he realized that the other man wasn't stopping, trying to slap the spear off to the side so it would plunge into the ground instead of his own soft throat, and for the briefest splinter of a second it almost felt like it would work. Stronger than he'd ever been, his gloved palm met metal and he felt the weapon shudder--
But it still wasn't enough. The demigod's strength outpaced his own and his attempt to deflect fell short.
Barely.
With a spear at his throat and no healing magic of his own to call upon, Tal groaned and let his hands flop back over his head, eyes closing in defeat. "I yield," he declared. Grudgingly, and with a heavy sigh of defeat.
But at least Sah wasn't around to see it!
~Fin~
