Bell glanced up at Tal when Noah knelt, but he smiled and gave her an encouraging nod. "He's okay, girl," he assured her. With permission given and Noah marked as a friend the big red dog leaned forward to sniff the offered fingers politely and then leaned into the petting, tongue lolling in enjoyment. A jealous carol from overhead signaled the descent of Boreal. She didn't quite make it in time before the demigod stood up again, but Bell barked sharply at her, once, and then the two were tearing off across the snow in a game of chase-and-tackle.
The humans had a game of their own, and Tal managed a sickly smile at Noah's confidence. "Ha ha, we sure could..." he agreed, already filled with regrets.
But he pushed them down and drew his knife, trying to get his mind settled. Even if he got bruises along the way he usually learned something from these friendly bouts, and his face settled into its resting scowl as he concentrated on Noah's stance and grip.
He started to slowly circle his opponent, moving counter clockwise around Noah's left. When he thought he saw an opening he lunged--! ...Not forwards, but back, lashing out with his knife from almost ten feet away and letting the dagger's magic help the strike reach it's target: Noah's left sleeve.
The humans had a game of their own, and Tal managed a sickly smile at Noah's confidence. "Ha ha, we sure could..." he agreed, already filled with regrets.
But he pushed them down and drew his knife, trying to get his mind settled. Even if he got bruises along the way he usually learned something from these friendly bouts, and his face settled into its resting scowl as he concentrated on Noah's stance and grip.
He started to slowly circle his opponent, moving counter clockwise around Noah's left. When he thought he saw an opening he lunged--! ...Not forwards, but back, lashing out with his knife from almost ten feet away and letting the dagger's magic help the strike reach it's target: Noah's left sleeve.
