Are
There it was, at least it kinda was if he squinted and tilted his head. Something he could interpret as mockery, a font of anger spawning determination required to be a warrior of the gods!
Who was he fooling? Not even himself it seemed and with defeat in his steps he went over to gather up his wayward javelins. A clever man could probably had made a point of making an enemy underestimate him, consciously under performing and setting up for a nasty surprise once the time of steel finally arrived. A clever man would not have been so keen on showing what little he had learned. A clever man hadn't halved the distance and doubled the force, sending javelin after javelin well through the intended target, the last throw accompanied by a grunt of exertion and the impact knocking the sack fully over.
Playing to one's strengths, which in Are's case was just that, strength. Strength to pierce a boar with a mighty heave, as long as it stood still, kept at about ten paces, and Are didn't seize up at the sight of something more menacing than a painted sack.
"It's at least more than arm's reach, counts for something I guess." he said, looking over his shoulder atWessex, hoping for... Something, what exactly he couldn't put his finger on, maybe it was fear, maybe admiration, or at least something beyond an indifferent nod.
Who was he fooling? Not even himself it seemed and with defeat in his steps he went over to gather up his wayward javelins. A clever man could probably had made a point of making an enemy underestimate him, consciously under performing and setting up for a nasty surprise once the time of steel finally arrived. A clever man would not have been so keen on showing what little he had learned. A clever man hadn't halved the distance and doubled the force, sending javelin after javelin well through the intended target, the last throw accompanied by a grunt of exertion and the impact knocking the sack fully over.
Playing to one's strengths, which in Are's case was just that, strength. Strength to pierce a boar with a mighty heave, as long as it stood still, kept at about ten paces, and Are didn't seize up at the sight of something more menacing than a painted sack.
"It's at least more than arm's reach, counts for something I guess." he said, looking over his shoulder at
