If Alys asked, Tal would answer, but until she did he could only prepare for their coming spar with a crooked grin of gratitude for his friend's help with yet another rough quest task from the god he had the most complicated relationship with.
The other gods, though, he was perfectly happy to visit with Alys, and his grin lifted to something much lighter as she accepted his offer.
But then it was down to business, and Tal wrinkled his nose as he heard Alys's feet dance lightly across the bridge and away from his attack. At least he'd been close enough that she had needed to dodge? He took heart from that but he didn't dare just stand around like a lump. He knew there would be retaliation incoming and he moved his own feet, picking a side at random to try and dodge.
It was fifty-fifty whether he'd avoid it, right?
Unfortunately for Tal, he chose the wrong fifty. The good news was that he did, indeed, dodge, and his arm was unhurt! ...The bad news was that he dodged into Alys's dagger, and earned a scrape along his chest instead before she pulled her blow back.
His armored vest absorbed the damage, at least, and so he didn't slow down. He made a tentative stab in the direction he'd heard Alys's feet stop moving, trying to gauge the distance right from hearing alone. "We can stop any time an' I can heal us up," he remembered to pipe up, uncertain in the heat of the moment if she knew that he had a healing item now.
The other gods, though, he was perfectly happy to visit with Alys, and his grin lifted to something much lighter as she accepted his offer.
But then it was down to business, and Tal wrinkled his nose as he heard Alys's feet dance lightly across the bridge and away from his attack. At least he'd been close enough that she had needed to dodge? He took heart from that but he didn't dare just stand around like a lump. He knew there would be retaliation incoming and he moved his own feet, picking a side at random to try and dodge.
It was fifty-fifty whether he'd avoid it, right?
Unfortunately for Tal, he chose the wrong fifty. The good news was that he did, indeed, dodge, and his arm was unhurt! ...The bad news was that he dodged into Alys's dagger, and earned a scrape along his chest instead before she pulled her blow back.
His armored vest absorbed the damage, at least, and so he didn't slow down. He made a tentative stab in the direction he'd heard Alys's feet stop moving, trying to gauge the distance right from hearing alone. "We can stop any time an' I can heal us up," he remembered to pipe up, uncertain in the heat of the moment if she knew that he had a healing item now.
