Tal nodded morosely at the rumbled mention of his stance, knowing something was off about it but not knowing exactly what or how to correct it. He paused in his practice to lean on his weapon while he watched Deimos demonstrate, and his scowl grew more pronounced as he tried to figure out just what the other man was doing that he wasn't.
Or rather, trying to figure out everything that Deimos was doing that the courier hadn't been - which was a lot.
Though there was a certain satisfaction in seeing 'Neron' gutted so efficiently, and Tal tried to take up his stance once more. It was... more or less correct? His feet were in the right place and so was his heart, but his grip on the spear was still a little to narrow as he stabbed towards 'Sunjata' and the tip of the spear only sunk an inch or two into the target's shoulder.
At least he gave it a petty twist as he pulled the tip back out, glaring at it. "Maybe I need a shorter one," he admitted reluctantly, eyeing the haft and the dull iron practice head on his weapon.
Or rather, trying to figure out everything that Deimos was doing that the courier hadn't been - which was a lot.
Though there was a certain satisfaction in seeing 'Neron' gutted so efficiently, and Tal tried to take up his stance once more. It was... more or less correct? His feet were in the right place and so was his heart, but his grip on the spear was still a little to narrow as he stabbed towards 'Sunjata' and the tip of the spear only sunk an inch or two into the target's shoulder.
At least he gave it a petty twist as he pulled the tip back out, glaring at it. "Maybe I need a shorter one," he admitted reluctantly, eyeing the haft and the dull iron practice head on his weapon.
