Mostly, Tal had a fear that the persistent dummy - however wounded at this point - was going to start clawing its way up the spear towards him, but he could already hear the admonitions if he dropped the weapon and left himself unarmed. Caught between a rock and a hard place he did his best to shake the collection of wood and padding free before it could continue its advance--
It was a joyful thunder that eeled its way past his frantic efforts to regain his weapon and a moment later Tal realized the target had ceased its attacks and hung lifeless from the spear. He turned a wounded scowl on his instructor upon realizing the source of the laughter, but following Deimos's gaze back to the target where it hung limp but thoroughly entangled around the point was, unfortunately, maybe a little funny.
Not to the extent that Deimos was laughing about it, though, Tal thought with wounded pride.
The courier heaved a sigh, letting the tip and target fall to the ground while he waited out the last of the eruptions. Now that the target was well and truly 'dead' he finally felt confident enough to step forward and plant a boot in it for leverage so he could pull the spear out with a couple of sharp, twisting tugs. "Guess that's why the ursur spears have big crosspieces on 'em," he mused, trying to pretend he hadn't just been laughed at. "So they can't keep sliding up at you, right?"
It was a joyful thunder that eeled its way past his frantic efforts to regain his weapon and a moment later Tal realized the target had ceased its attacks and hung lifeless from the spear. He turned a wounded scowl on his instructor upon realizing the source of the laughter, but following Deimos's gaze back to the target where it hung limp but thoroughly entangled around the point was, unfortunately, maybe a little funny.
Not to the extent that Deimos was laughing about it, though, Tal thought with wounded pride.
The courier heaved a sigh, letting the tip and target fall to the ground while he waited out the last of the eruptions. Now that the target was well and truly 'dead' he finally felt confident enough to step forward and plant a boot in it for leverage so he could pull the spear out with a couple of sharp, twisting tugs. "Guess that's why the ursur spears have big crosspieces on 'em," he mused, trying to pretend he hadn't just been laughed at. "So they can't keep sliding up at you, right?"
