faderift | Post-Battle Blues

WHO: Taas + Open
WHAT: Taas deals with Stuff™ and Things©
WHEN: Backdated to after the dragon fight.
WHERE: Outside the Gallows, the docks, etc.
NOTES: Very mild gore vaguely described.

He was lopsided. That was what bothered him the most, really. It made his neck ache after a while and Taas knew he should make a decision wether he should cut the other horn as well or find a cap to balance it out. He wasn't sure why he was stalling, really. The other wounds were fine and had been looked over and healed, bruises and cuts a memory and his split ear neatly trimmed so it didn't wiggle like a badly cut piece of meat when he walked.

All in all, it didn't bother him. So why was he so hesitant about it?

The warrior sighs, rubbing his sore neck a bit as he heads for the training grounds haphazardly put up outside the Gallows, mace at his shoulder and a thoughtful look on his face. He should be resting, he knows. They just got back. He shouldn't be pushing himself in case something tore open or his horn core started bleeding again. Taas usually listened. He was a good soldier.

...right now he was just too damn antsy to rest.

(Maybe, just maybe it had something to do with the dragon's tooth in his pack.)

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In the past year in Thedas, Kirk had improved on his martial skill - far more than he ever would have in the Fleet, that was for sure. He still kept with the staff, unwilling to move to a bladed weapon beyond a knife. The knife was practical with its applications, a necessity even when out on a mission. A sword? Not so much, and he couldn't make himself sit right with it, so staff it was.

He used the training grounds to hone his skill. Usually he worked with Sam, but with the other still tired from his battle, he had come down alone, and he needed to work off energy that a certain conversation had made bubble up. He spun, finishing a combo and spied Taas coming up. Well, Taas minus part of a horn.

"You know, I think you are allowed a day of rest after having come back from fighting a dragon."

The qunari warrior smiles as he sees Kirk, raising a hand in greeting. The man's words makes Taas look a little embarrassed, though, and he rubs the back of his neck. "I know," he says softly, shaking his head. "I just... I can still feel the rush in my blood and it's going to drive me crazy to keep resting. I need to find my balance."

Both horn-wise and mind-wise.

"Your form is really good," the big qunari then says with an impressed look, nodding to the staff. "Maybe you'll get the next dragon."

Kirk nodded, understanding that. The adrenaline still buzzed, your body on high alert because it couldn't quite let itself come down from the fight or flight state. He could remember the days after intense battles, fighting for the lives of his crew and the people who needed their help. He could remember laying awake at night and his entire body still twitching and his mind racing and it felt like he wouldn't be able to sleep for a week.

"Still needs work," he said aloud, half-signing with one hand as he rested his staff across his shoulders. "Wouldn't mind a partner for a bit, if you're interested."

"Sure," he replies, putting down the mace in favor for a less lethal weapon. There were a few sparring weapons there, so Taas just grabs the biggest one and steps into the ring.

Rolling his massive shoulders, the qunari looks down at Kirk with a smile. "Is that what did you fight with back home?" The question is easy, just a little chat as he loosens up a bit.

The size of the weapon didn't phase him. Taas being quite a bit larger than him, it made sense for him to pick a weapon that best suited his size. Besides, he wouldn't learn or gain anything from the spar if Taas purposefully hindered himself with an ill-suited weapon.

"We used special weapons that could shot out beams of light, like my shard," he explained, stepping a few paces back and assuming a ready stance. "Or we used hand-to-hand combat. The staff I took up here." He is content to wait until Taas is ready, stretching his own legs in the warrior stance.

"Is the mace your preferred?" he asked, even though Taas had set it aside.

"Weapons that shoot light. That's a new one." It's a little hard for him to imagine, really. "Does that mean you all used magic?" Taas never really saw Kirk as a mage, even if he was a magically good kisser.

Glancing down at the wooden mace he now held, the qunari chuckles slightly. "I used to favor the axe before I got here, but Korrin got me a mace with a dragon claw on it, and I loved it." He grins, hefting the mace up into a defensive position.

"...plus I like the crunch."

"Not in the way you're thinking of it, no," Kirk shook his head. He would sign, but with the weapons in hand it was difficult, so he merely made sure he enunciated clearly so Taas could properly read his lips. "But once upon a time, in my world, it would have been called magic."

The last part made him chuckle, giving a short waggle of his brows. "You're kinkier than I gave you credit for," he teased, idly swinging his weapon in slow circles to keep his arms warm and limber.

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