Water could be dangerous indeed, but Hadama was trying to avoid lethal force in their trainings. Knowing that Noah could heal them both meant that they could go a lot harder than he was comfortable doing with anyone else, however. It made for an interesting spar, and a more realistic one as he had to work past the pain that radiated from his arrow-struck shoulder, jaw clenched as he strove to stay in the fight.
It was still too soon to aquaport again, but Hadama recognized the set to Noah's shoulders as the demigod regrouped and prepared to unleash an ability that was arguably his most troublesome to deal with. Having no desire to absorb any more damage on top of the celestial arrow already embedded in his flesh, the mermanta chose wisdom over pride, abandoning his next attack plan and diving into the stream, shifting into his full manta form as he raced the manifestation of the dome. Broad wings stroked with the current as he let it add just a little extra boost to his efforts, and blood trailed behind him, reddening the water.
It was a near thing. A very near thing. Hadama had never moved so swiftly in his life, and one instant of hesitation or missed stroke of a wing would have left him within the dome as it pulsed into being and sent its power coursing through the area around Noah. But he made it, if by the skin of his long, slender tail, and the mermanta drifted to a halt a little further downstream before turning around and making his way back at a more sedate pace. Enough, he called through the Attuned bond. Mercy, Noah. I yield.
It was still too soon to aquaport again, but Hadama recognized the set to Noah's shoulders as the demigod regrouped and prepared to unleash an ability that was arguably his most troublesome to deal with. Having no desire to absorb any more damage on top of the celestial arrow already embedded in his flesh, the mermanta chose wisdom over pride, abandoning his next attack plan and diving into the stream, shifting into his full manta form as he raced the manifestation of the dome. Broad wings stroked with the current as he let it add just a little extra boost to his efforts, and blood trailed behind him, reddening the water.
It was a near thing. A very near thing. Hadama had never moved so swiftly in his life, and one instant of hesitation or missed stroke of a wing would have left him within the dome as it pulsed into being and sent its power coursing through the area around Noah. But he made it, if by the skin of his long, slender tail, and the mermanta drifted to a halt a little further downstream before turning around and making his way back at a more sedate pace. Enough, he called through the Attuned bond. Mercy, Noah. I yield.
