His grasp? Tal risked a glance down, realizing only then that he'd tightened up on the shaft. He made a conscious effort to ease his fingers and let the weapon sit more loosely in his hands, ready to move at the first opening he could find.
When he couldn't find the opening, he made his own - and in spite of the General's rumbled admonition the trap worked, well enough to send the target spinning. Tal had just started to grin, a cocky tilt of his head towards his friend hoping for praise for his cleverness--
The dummy wasn't done yet, it seemed, its unnatural skittering motions launching from where he'd knocked it askew and coming in low. Tal scrambled sideways from its path and stabbed down several times in quick succession, attempting to impale the persistent fellow and keep it pinned in place with a fierce scowl on his face.
When he couldn't find the opening, he made his own - and in spite of the General's rumbled admonition the trap worked, well enough to send the target spinning. Tal had just started to grin, a cocky tilt of his head towards his friend hoping for praise for his cleverness--
The dummy wasn't done yet, it seemed, its unnatural skittering motions launching from where he'd knocked it askew and coming in low. Tal scrambled sideways from its path and stabbed down several times in quick succession, attempting to impale the persistent fellow and keep it pinned in place with a fierce scowl on his face.
