[center][u][b][color=39b54a][h1]Tik[/h1][/color][/b][/u][/center]
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Tik grabbed a stone that had a point on it as he headed out of the cave.  He didn't speak to his other siblings.  He was still a bit angry over that other one's actions.  But, he stopped at the entrance of the cave long enough for his eyes to adjust to the light and get his bearings.  There weren't a lot of readily available sticks or rocks in sight.  The area had been picked clean a while ago, it seemed.  So, he took his old pointed bone and put its rounded end in his palm with the point sticking out between his first and second fingers.  If something attacked him before he was ready, he'd have a chance to make it regret it.

Then, he moved into the trees.  It didn't take him long to find a few sticks about as long as his arm, though they weren't quite as thick as he wanted.  Still, one end was thick enough for what he wanted.  He wanted... Then he stopped for a moment to think.  What did he want?  What was it that he somehow knew he needed?  Pointed and heavy at one end and long... but light enough to throw.  When he tried to think of the details beyond that his thoughts seemed to sink into fog.  Hissing with frustration, he turned his energy toward using the pointed rock to change the shape of the thicker ends of the sticks into points.  They weren't great points but the weight at that end of the stick would pull the point down when he threw it, like a rock being thrown by his siblings earlier.  The heavy thing falls.  It... felt like it should make sense.

Not all of the sticks worked out well.  In the end, he only managed to make three pointed throwing sticks that looked good enough to be worth carrying.  There was one thicker stick with a fork in the end that looked like others had abandoned it.  It was knotted and warped a bit but the fork in the end made for a good place for Tik to put the blunt end of his pointed bone.  Then he took long grasses and wound them around and through the fork and the bone until the bone didn't move when he swung the improvised weapon around.  He felt that it was a cross between some kind of heavy staff and a spear... but the words that felt like they had meaning just seemed blurry when he examined them too closely.

Then he heard something through the underbrush and went forward to find out what it was, spear/staff at the ready in one hand and pointed throwing sticks under his other arm.  And, that was the moment when he discovered how close death was... but, he didn't feel scared.  It felt oddly familiar, being so close to something that could kill him.

The horned rabbit had just finished killing one of Tik's siblings.  He set down his spear and pulled out one of his pointed throwing sticks.  He noticed the other goblin coming out of the brush near him and the rabbit made its move.  He pulled his arm back, aiming the point of the throwing stick for where he thought the rabbit would land after its jump at the other goblin.  He threw.  Then, he grabbed another and threw it too, correcting for any errors in his first throw and trying to put the horned rabbit on the defensive if he could.  After the second pointed throwing stick left his hand, he immediately grabbed his heavy spear... thing... and got ready to charge, or take a charge.