"I'd call it a draw." Koa extends a hand to the mer-king, boyish grin wide and bright. It'd been a good spar, overall, both of them a little unsteady, both of them learning some new things. He hadn't expected Hadama to actually fall as spectacularly as he did, but the other man's good natured response coupled with the lovely day and endorphin rush of exercise has Koa in a capital mood.
A mood that will be dampened soon, as he tells Hadama about his exile, and the kidnapping of Sohalia, and his fear for his home. But such things do not require dwelling, and we will leave the lads here: slick with sweat and sea-water in the light of a risen sun, gathering up abandoned supplies and heading off to a well-earned meal.
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A mood that will be dampened soon, as he tells Hadama about his exile, and the kidnapping of Sohalia, and his fear for his home. But such things do not require dwelling, and we will leave the lads here: slick with sweat and sea-water in the light of a risen sun, gathering up abandoned supplies and heading off to a well-earned meal.
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