There were times that silence was a compliment all its own. When Maea had become so focused on the fight that she could not spare energy for conversation and quips, Hadama knew that he was doing well. It was not something that he intended to dwell on, however. Their spar was still in progress, and the currents of combat could shift at any time.
Like an Ancient into a tiger, for instance.
With his trident firmly planted he was able to move more swiftly as his two-legged form became, effectively, a far more stable tripod. He pivoted around the weapon with deceptive quickness, following Maea as she attempted to roll behind him, and as the first ripple of her shape shift began to twist her limbs and stretch her skin his emerald eyes gleamed with a quiet satisfaction.
And a dome of water half a foot thick manifested around him as he dropped to a knee, flash-freezing hard and solid as he curved its surface to deflect rather than to absorb the impact of the molten tiger against it. His trident was visible flat on the ground sticking out of the shell, but the dome itself was a milky, opaque white, like a bowl of cream four feet high and wide turned upside-down on the cobbles.
Like an Ancient into a tiger, for instance.
With his trident firmly planted he was able to move more swiftly as his two-legged form became, effectively, a far more stable tripod. He pivoted around the weapon with deceptive quickness, following Maea as she attempted to roll behind him, and as the first ripple of her shape shift began to twist her limbs and stretch her skin his emerald eyes gleamed with a quiet satisfaction.
And a dome of water half a foot thick manifested around him as he dropped to a knee, flash-freezing hard and solid as he curved its surface to deflect rather than to absorb the impact of the molten tiger against it. His trident was visible flat on the ground sticking out of the shell, but the dome itself was a milky, opaque white, like a bowl of cream four feet high and wide turned upside-down on the cobbles.
