For someone who'd only really started training in earnest a little more than two seasons ago, Tal thought he was doing pretty good. Not as well as he wanted to be doing; impatient for progress and wanting to live up to the expectations of his new friends, nothing was fast enough. But he'd been going from on extreme to the other without pausing much in between.
From running from ursurs and fights he knew he couldn't win, to training to stand his ground and win those fights with an 'offense is the best defense' mindset, one could successfully argue that moderation hadn't really occurred to him until Ludo had pointed it out in a way even the courier couldn't ignore or misinterpret. But better late than never, and he stood now with the lighter shield on his arm, testing the weight and moving it around on his arm after the awkward block had almost failed.
Better late than never?
He rolled his eyes at Deimos's sly commentary and grinned, teasing right back. "Tried that first, but I juuust missed it." Yeah, he'd fucked up with the landshark, but he wasn't going to let it eat at him forever.
The dummy was forgotten in the excitement of having Deimos for a sparring partner. Tal shifted his feet a little uncertainly, then found a stance (wide enough for stabbing with a 2-handed spear; a little too wide for trying to comfortably maneuver with a shield in one hand) facing the General with the shield side in front and the spear in his back hand. "I'm all ears!"
From running from ursurs and fights he knew he couldn't win, to training to stand his ground and win those fights with an 'offense is the best defense' mindset, one could successfully argue that moderation hadn't really occurred to him until Ludo had pointed it out in a way even the courier couldn't ignore or misinterpret. But better late than never, and he stood now with the lighter shield on his arm, testing the weight and moving it around on his arm after the awkward block had almost failed.
Better late than never?
He rolled his eyes at Deimos's sly commentary and grinned, teasing right back. "Tried that first, but I juuust missed it." Yeah, he'd fucked up with the landshark, but he wasn't going to let it eat at him forever.
The dummy was forgotten in the excitement of having Deimos for a sparring partner. Tal shifted his feet a little uncertainly, then found a stance (wide enough for stabbing with a 2-handed spear; a little too wide for trying to comfortably maneuver with a shield in one hand) facing the General with the shield side in front and the spear in his back hand. "I'm all ears!"
