The trick now is to keep still while Hadama yields to him, to avoid falling into the pitfall of imbalance and thus throw off the game. It’s almost a dance in slow motion, the way they flow and move. A hand on a shoulder, another on a wrist; they might as well waltz through molasses, for all the action that outwardly appears.
Koa follows Hadama’s retreat, his body moving forward as the Tidebreaker shifts back. One leg slides through the coarse sand, fitting in between Hadama’s and then, just barely, behind. The other arm - the one not on Hadama’s chest - arcs back up, trying to bring the merman’s with it; to make his upper body move enough that he misses the trap, hopefully tripping backwards over the Dragoon’s well-toned calf.
Koa follows Hadama’s retreat, his body moving forward as the Tidebreaker shifts back. One leg slides through the coarse sand, fitting in between Hadama’s and then, just barely, behind. The other arm - the one not on Hadama’s chest - arcs back up, trying to bring the merman’s with it; to make his upper body move enough that he misses the trap, hopefully tripping backwards over the Dragoon’s well-toned calf.
