"O' course you had to," Tal scowled. "You came through one o' th'Voice's portals. Prayed t'other gods, back elsewhere. Y'had somethin' t'prove t'the Old Gods. An' Safrin most of all. I've always been Theirs. Safrin's as much as t'others." From Safrin to Ludo and Vi to Rae, Tal had never questioned his faith in the gods, even when the Barrier had made the heralds a true matter of faith for those outside it.
It was true that Tal had never seen his gods die. Maybe because they were made of sterner stuff than distant outlander gods or ambitious mortals with delusions of grandeur and a good PR department (or at least, that was what he had always believed). He just scoffed at the insult Sah hurled at him, but when the hunter's feet tapped the ground the courier burst into motion, dancing back as the weird Flowerbirth mud shifted stickily beneath where his feet had been. It was thick, goopy stuff with the thaw happening, and Sah's magic wasn't quite as fast as Talyson's dodge.
Since the hunter was using his feet to attack, Tal feinted high and then flicked his dagger's next cut downwards, intending to sever the laces of one of Sah's boots if the invisible blade of force connected.
It was true that Tal had never seen his gods die. Maybe because they were made of sterner stuff than distant outlander gods or ambitious mortals with delusions of grandeur and a good PR department (or at least, that was what he had always believed). He just scoffed at the insult Sah hurled at him, but when the hunter's feet tapped the ground the courier burst into motion, dancing back as the weird Flowerbirth mud shifted stickily beneath where his feet had been. It was thick, goopy stuff with the thaw happening, and Sah's magic wasn't quite as fast as Talyson's dodge.
Since the hunter was using his feet to attack, Tal feinted high and then flicked his dagger's next cut downwards, intending to sever the laces of one of Sah's boots if the invisible blade of force connected.
