[Training] [se] running in place

At least the axe was easier to pull out of the target when it didn't bite as deeply, and Tal pulled it free without the struggle of some of his previous blows. He wasn't breathing hard, but there was a sheen of sweat on his brow from the work he'd been doing, and he didn't argue when Deimos paused the lessons to give him more feedback. "Yeah... raw muscle, that's more my sister's specialty," he admitted with a faint scowl of wounded pride and embarrassment at being outdone by his sibling. "But you've given me a lot to think about so... thanks, sir." It was almost as awkward as the sloppy salute he barely stopped himself from trying to give, instead busying himself checking the axe head for nicks.

When Deimos went for water, Tal went back to practicing, slow and steady, and trying to find more of that torque his teacher had mentioned. It was enough to keep him busy until the General's return, and he perked up at the cup, taking it with a grateful nod. He'd barely managed his first sip when the question caught him off guard and he had a bad moment sputtering as the water went down the wrong pipe.

"Uh... like, lifting weights for fun? Don't really have time for that, when I'm out on the trail. But my sisters make me help them with the store during Deepfrost and I have to lift heavy stuff then. I guess it's not really training, though." And he definitely wasn't going to mention that he had to let them lift the heaviest boxes onto the higher shelves.

Deimos, on the other hand, looked like he bench-pressed ursurs for fun, and Tal shot an envious glance at the warrior's physique.