Tal's lips twitched towards a scowl as dispersions were cast against his entire gender - including him, he was pretty sure - and he fought it as best he could. He was the host of the little event, after all, and needed to behave with suave decorum...
Or as close to it as he could manage without pouting. Even if he was pouting a little.
Flora offered a welcome distraction with her mention of the capital compass and the courier's eyes lit up at the mention of the trade before his expression fell again as she continued. It seemed the god was getting wise to her tricks and Tal scraped his hopes up off the ground with a sigh of reluctant understanding. "Damn. That's too bad. Well, if it works out next time, I'll definitely be interested," he assured her with something that was at least a distant relation to grace; no farther than a second cousin once removed at the worst, even if it was colored by disappointment.
They traded weapons and stepped up to the line, with Anju the first to make her attack. Her martial prowess was immediately evident in the cut that appeared in the wood of the target, slicing cleanly through the center along her diagonal.
Tal followed suit, testing the weight of the metal feather in his hand before pinching the blade between his fingers and letting it fly with an overhand flick of his wrist. The blade - much lighter than his own - over rotated, hitting at an angle and bounced off the target. He scowled at it before wrinkling his nose in concentration. A moment later it reappeared in his hand and he blinked, scowl fading to pleased surprise. "Hey... that's pretty handy!"
Glancing over to Flora he saw she was... flirting? With a resigned sigh Tal squared up with the target and set up for another throw while he waited for the Doubletake to work her wiles on the Dragoon.
Round... 2.5? XD
Carry on, my wayward sons daughters
Or as close to it as he could manage without pouting. Even if he was pouting a little.
Flora offered a welcome distraction with her mention of the capital compass and the courier's eyes lit up at the mention of the trade before his expression fell again as she continued. It seemed the god was getting wise to her tricks and Tal scraped his hopes up off the ground with a sigh of reluctant understanding. "Damn. That's too bad. Well, if it works out next time, I'll definitely be interested," he assured her with something that was at least a distant relation to grace; no farther than a second cousin once removed at the worst, even if it was colored by disappointment.
They traded weapons and stepped up to the line, with Anju the first to make her attack. Her martial prowess was immediately evident in the cut that appeared in the wood of the target, slicing cleanly through the center along her diagonal.
Tal followed suit, testing the weight of the metal feather in his hand before pinching the blade between his fingers and letting it fly with an overhand flick of his wrist. The blade - much lighter than his own - over rotated, hitting at an angle and bounced off the target. He scowled at it before wrinkling his nose in concentration. A moment later it reappeared in his hand and he blinked, scowl fading to pleased surprise. "Hey... that's pretty handy!"
Glancing over to Flora he saw she was... flirting? With a resigned sigh Tal squared up with the target and set up for another throw while he waited for the Doubletake to work her wiles on the Dragoon.
Round... 2.5? XD
Carry on, my wayward sons daughters
