"It is my element," he says. He's gotten better at knowing what output levels of power he can handle without significantly weakening himself instantly like he had that first time. The delicate knife-balance of power versus sheer force. And begrudgingly he's gotten better with a spear because breaking one the first time and claiming 'accident' was one thing, but he couldn't very well keep doing it.

Michael was better when it came to wielding spears.

Come on, Istredd, he very nearly purrs. For once he has to remind himself that they are in a hallway. Don't you want to see how good we are together in other venues?