Magic items might have been common place among the Accepted and Attuned of Stormbreak but personal magic, magic generally associated with Abandoned, was a new and not necessarily comfortable phenomenon to the people here. Hadama stepped out onto the street, surprised at how bustling it still was at the late hour. He had expected them to be mostly alone, but there were enough citizens wandering about that he held up his hand in silent request for Maea to wait.
He considered the problem for a moment before pointing to the ground with his trident. Water gathered at the tip, manifested and controlled by his own magic, but it seemed as if it were guided by the weapon as he paced a large circle around the area he and Maea had chosen. Ice spiked upwards as the water froze and stretched upwards to create a crystalline barricade in the moonlight. He returned to his starting point and nodded at the Ancient. "To the call of yield. Or to being knocked out of the ring," he set as the conditions for victory and loss. In the meantime, the barricade would keep bystanders from wandering too close to their combat.
The ring was plenty large enough for them both to move around within it, and as Maea set her chakram to spinning Hadama considered the weapon's movements, studying it curiously as she circled and he slowly turned with her, the trident held still and at an angle before him, pointing towards Maea all the while.
She was not his first opponent to use conversation alongside her weapons, and the Tidebreaker's habit of not immediately answering stood him in good stead, as he was not trying to speak when she lunged. He stepped back and twisted, not light on his feet but neither was he unbalanced as he pulled his arm out of her reach and swung the trident more like a staff in an attempt to knock her outstretched arm with the haft of his weapon. "No," he replied then, simple and conserving his energy for the fight, though there was a flicker of amusement in emerald eyes.
He considered the problem for a moment before pointing to the ground with his trident. Water gathered at the tip, manifested and controlled by his own magic, but it seemed as if it were guided by the weapon as he paced a large circle around the area he and Maea had chosen. Ice spiked upwards as the water froze and stretched upwards to create a crystalline barricade in the moonlight. He returned to his starting point and nodded at the Ancient. "To the call of yield. Or to being knocked out of the ring," he set as the conditions for victory and loss. In the meantime, the barricade would keep bystanders from wandering too close to their combat.
The ring was plenty large enough for them both to move around within it, and as Maea set her chakram to spinning Hadama considered the weapon's movements, studying it curiously as she circled and he slowly turned with her, the trident held still and at an angle before him, pointing towards Maea all the while.
She was not his first opponent to use conversation alongside her weapons, and the Tidebreaker's habit of not immediately answering stood him in good stead, as he was not trying to speak when she lunged. He stepped back and twisted, not light on his feet but neither was he unbalanced as he pulled his arm out of her reach and swung the trident more like a staff in an attempt to knock her outstretched arm with the haft of his weapon. "No," he replied then, simple and conserving his energy for the fight, though there was a flicker of amusement in emerald eyes.
