[ He watches for a time from a distance as the polearms thud rhythmically into their targets. Though he admires the aim, he is loathe to approach after the way he had met his own end. It's difficult to forget such a traumatic death, especially when the stakes had been so very high for both sides. His chest twinges with phantom pain at the memory of it and he unconsciously lifts a hand to the spot where he had been pierced.
Eventually he does wander closer. He circles in such a way that he would never be in any of the projectiles' paths until he's within earshot. ]
Idle training
Eventually he does wander closer. He circles in such a way that he would never be in any of the projectiles' paths until he's within earshot. ]
I never took you for a spear thrower.