Kel snuck a glance up at Zeph's face at the compliment, unsure if it was sarcastic or sincere. He couldn't read the old man well; he didn't know him well enough to guess what was going on in his greying head, but his tips were useful so the young hunter bobbed his head in cautious acceptance of the words before moving on to the next technique up Zeph's sleeve.
No words of encouragement the second time around, which Kel understood. He wasn't doing great with that palm-curl, but he was trying. He'd need practice for it to come easily, but it wasn't as though he arm-wrestled on a regular basis.
Not like he had anyone to practice with, really, either.
But Zeph set his elbow again and Kellan mirrored him, setting his shoulders as he nodded. "Yeah. Two outta three, right?" If he could win this one he could at least tie things up...
He reached for the other man's hand, squeezing down hard as he angled his knuckles and tried to manage that palm curl even as his bicep bulged and he pressed hard and fast, trying to bring the three lessons together into one swift strike.
No words of encouragement the second time around, which Kel understood. He wasn't doing great with that palm-curl, but he was trying. He'd need practice for it to come easily, but it wasn't as though he arm-wrestled on a regular basis.
Not like he had anyone to practice with, really, either.
But Zeph set his elbow again and Kellan mirrored him, setting his shoulders as he nodded. "Yeah. Two outta three, right?" If he could win this one he could at least tie things up...
He reached for the other man's hand, squeezing down hard as he angled his knuckles and tried to manage that palm curl even as his bicep bulged and he pressed hard and fast, trying to bring the three lessons together into one swift strike.
