It might have been a compliment coming from Deimos, but coming from Sah it just sounded patronizing and Tal snorted, rolling his eyes expressively. "Sure, but have you?" he challenged, grin sharpening. He hardly needed to agree to the terms; he had no magic of his own and his items weren't of the offensive variety, but it was still good to hear that the Abandoned was going to play on his level.
Okay, so maybe the hunter had improved. His speed as he charged forward was even faster than Tal remembered and though the courier instinctively moved to block he wasn't quite fast enough to shift the glaive across his body in time and Sah scored a tear in the courier's shirt.
The grin shifted to a scowl as soon as he realized what had happened but he wasn't about to take the hit lying down. Tal lunged forward, stabbing the glaive three times in quick succession - low, high, low - before pulling back to reopen the distance between them again. He pulled his attacks with the same care that Sah had, aiming for clothing rather than skin as he glared in fierce concentration.
Okay, so maybe the hunter had improved. His speed as he charged forward was even faster than Tal remembered and though the courier instinctively moved to block he wasn't quite fast enough to shift the glaive across his body in time and Sah scored a tear in the courier's shirt.
The grin shifted to a scowl as soon as he realized what had happened but he wasn't about to take the hit lying down. Tal lunged forward, stabbing the glaive three times in quick succession - low, high, low - before pulling back to reopen the distance between them again. He pulled his attacks with the same care that Sah had, aiming for clothing rather than skin as he glared in fierce concentration.
