Tal wasn't the scrawny little weed who had brought Morgan's body back from Whitebrim anymore. He wasn't as strong as the demigod, but he wasn't as easy to overwhelm as he had been before. He might not have had the muscle mass to knock Noah over, even with momentum on his side, but Noah wasn't able to knock him over, either.
Not, at least, without putting a bit more oomph into it.
Which left Tal pushing uselessly against his opponent in an awkward half-embrace as he slid back through the snow from the force of Noah's advance. A position which would have undoubtedly earned a catcall from Ru if she'd been there to see it.
Thank the gods for small favors that she wasn't!
"Sorry 'bout this," Tal grunted, not sounding very sorry as he twisted his wrist and tried to bring the knife into position to tickle Noah's ribs, attempting to take advantage of having a weapon that was meant for close-quarters fighting when its magic wasn't giving him the advantage in reach.
Not, at least, without putting a bit more oomph into it.
Which left Tal pushing uselessly against his opponent in an awkward half-embrace as he slid back through the snow from the force of Noah's advance. A position which would have undoubtedly earned a catcall from Ru if she'd been there to see it.
Thank the gods for small favors that she wasn't!
"Sorry 'bout this," Tal grunted, not sounding very sorry as he twisted his wrist and tried to bring the knife into position to tickle Noah's ribs, attempting to take advantage of having a weapon that was meant for close-quarters fighting when its magic wasn't giving him the advantage in reach.
