When Deimos went back to the catapults, Tal took it as tacit permission to join him. The courier peered under the Sword's elbow at the fiddly gears and tongues and struts with open fascination, his woodworking experience giving him enough background to appreciate the strains and tension and flexibility in how the timbers had been cut and joined.
"Mmm... Offensive, I think? At least... something to fuck up my opponent. The blade should do plenty of damage on its own. More wouldn't hurt - heh," he smirked at his own accidental joke. "Well, hopefully it would, but I dunno if elemental is the way t'go. At least... doesn't seem much point in doin' cold damage in Halo, an' Boreal's got the fire covered already." He reached out a hand to trace a bracing strut and knocked against it, hearing the soundness of the grain and giving an approving nod that the bones of the machine were still good.
"Where's the trigger?"
"Mmm... Offensive, I think? At least... something to fuck up my opponent. The blade should do plenty of damage on its own. More wouldn't hurt - heh," he smirked at his own accidental joke. "Well, hopefully it would, but I dunno if elemental is the way t'go. At least... doesn't seem much point in doin' cold damage in Halo, an' Boreal's got the fire covered already." He reached out a hand to trace a bracing strut and knocked against it, hearing the soundness of the grain and giving an approving nod that the bones of the machine were still good.
"Where's the trigger?"
