Odds? Tal squinted suspiciously at Hotaru but nodded slowly in reluctant agreement that their weapons weren't a good match--
Wait, why did it matter? They weren't going to fight, were they?
When she came back with her axe, though, Tal's frown slowly lightened into a smile and he rested his hand on his axe more confidently. "Well, I guess a few minutes of practice wouldn't hurt..." He didn't have the axes that were balanced for throwing on him, but he'd thrown his fighting axe before, and Hotaru was right about them being on even ground. Tal slipped his free of his belt and hefted it to find the most comfortable grip on it - looking maybe just a little cocky - before looking around. "So, what are we aiming at?"
Wait, why did it matter? They weren't going to fight, were they?
When she came back with her axe, though, Tal's frown slowly lightened into a smile and he rested his hand on his axe more confidently. "Well, I guess a few minutes of practice wouldn't hurt..." He didn't have the axes that were balanced for throwing on him, but he'd thrown his fighting axe before, and Hotaru was right about them being on even ground. Tal slipped his free of his belt and hefted it to find the most comfortable grip on it - looking maybe just a little cocky - before looking around. "So, what are we aiming at?"
