While Voran was learned with many sorts of weapons over his life, from clubs to bows and other bladed objects, even with his immense experience, he wasn’t going to put it past the opinion of one who forged the tools for such needs. Even if it was only the dwarf’s family. Best leave that sort of expertise to those who were brought up around it. Voran only knew how to craft what was needed for a present circumstance and even then it was hardly durable and viable for continued use. His javelins generally broke on his query, and therefore he used teeth and bone from those hunted to craft the newer ones, and so on. He never had something like this spear that might last…well, more than a handful of combats and usages. It was rather exciting.<br/><br/><i>Say…May I ask you to show me just how far and with how much power you are able to throw that newly-acquired weapon of yours?</i><br/><br/>A demonstration? Voran’s eyebrows perked with humor and he grinned. “With this? Well I could, but I generally use other implements for throwing first, and prefer to use this only when closed with the enemy, or to throw it in great need, if it is only I and a single foe left on the field. But I can demonstrate…” Voran said, glancing at the tree, and making a guess at how many paces it was, and moving to take a more solid and direct line of sight, with some spacing from the others. He drew a line on the ground, dark as it was already, and moved a few paces behind to gather up momentum for the throw. Normally he wouldn’t have this much time to focus or prepare in an actual fight.<br/><br/>He twirled Thunderstrike so that the tip was aimed downwards and breathed in and out several times, heavily, until all the air was exhaled from his lungs. Then he drew his arm back, sidestepped towards his drawn line, and hurled the spear gracefully through the air. It soared like any projectile, cutting through the air, where it pierced the distance tree about midway up its trunk, or generally where the chest and heart of a full grown man would have been. The spear cracked against the bark, before the weight of the shaft dragged it down to touch upon the earth.<br/><br/>Voran pouted his lips, shifted them in a circular motion, then just shrugged. “That was…quite more impressive than I expected. I’ll have to practice and get used to that lighter build. Elders said the dragon might have plenty of servants and subordinates, so there should be plenty of time for that sort of bloody practice.” Voran said with a touch of gleeful excitement at the prospect of battle. And actual battle, for a purpose or scheme he could be proud of, not just greedy feuding between tribal chiefs and their desire for resources. Something for the good of all peoples.