Maybe Deimos didn't blame the weapon, but the look Tal gave his spear was less than forgiving. It was too damn tall, and never mind that he'd chosen it with higher hopes than, perhaps, his stature quite called for.
The General's suggestion - that it was a matter of grip rather than height - was far more palatable to a young male ego, and Tal perked up and took note. He tried shifting his hands further apart and loosening his grip, eyes darting from his own hands to Deimos's as he strove to mimic the warrior's grasp on the weapon. "Feels... I dunno. Weird, holding it too loosely," he said, dubious at first. But watching the target 'die' from a far more satisfying puncture earned a willingness to give his friend's advice a try.
After he'd gotten a hold of the target and shoved it back upright with a grunt of effort. Then, spear back in hand, he braced himself and stabbed, trying not to squeeze the life out of the spear shaft in the process this time. The spear wasn't quite as well-aimed - it landed on the left side of 'Sunjata's' stomach rather than the heart that Tal had been aiming for - but it sank in with much more force and the courier grinned broadly as he jerked it free again. "Hey, that felt pretty good! But what do I do with my feet if the guy isn't willing to just stand there and let me poke at him?"
The General's suggestion - that it was a matter of grip rather than height - was far more palatable to a young male ego, and Tal perked up and took note. He tried shifting his hands further apart and loosening his grip, eyes darting from his own hands to Deimos's as he strove to mimic the warrior's grasp on the weapon. "Feels... I dunno. Weird, holding it too loosely," he said, dubious at first. But watching the target 'die' from a far more satisfying puncture earned a willingness to give his friend's advice a try.
After he'd gotten a hold of the target and shoved it back upright with a grunt of effort. Then, spear back in hand, he braced himself and stabbed, trying not to squeeze the life out of the spear shaft in the process this time. The spear wasn't quite as well-aimed - it landed on the left side of 'Sunjata's' stomach rather than the heart that Tal had been aiming for - but it sank in with much more force and the courier grinned broadly as he jerked it free again. "Hey, that felt pretty good! But what do I do with my feet if the guy isn't willing to just stand there and let me poke at him?"
