It was Sah who had taught Hadama how to make a snowball. For all his previous mastery of water manipulation the technique had not come easily to the former-Mer, but once he had practiced it a few times it had become easier. He was still not fast at it, but he could compact a handful of snow into a fluffy missile now without crushing it in his hands or packing it so loosely that it fell apart once it left them.
And while he and Noah had trained together many times to the full extent of their formidable abilities, they had already pushed themselves in the tournament earlier in the season. This, today, was simply an excuse to have fun and to put Hadama’s armor to the test for Safrin’s quest.
The downy pelage, sparkling with starlight, was at least warm in Halo’s cold climate. Hadama’s hands, hidden within a pair of large red mittens, scooped up some snow and formed it carefully as he waited for Noah to do the same. A flicker of a grin was all the warning that Vi’s champion would get before the Tidebreaker launched his attack and then shifted to the side in an attempt to dodge immediate retaliation.
And while he and Noah had trained together many times to the full extent of their formidable abilities, they had already pushed themselves in the tournament earlier in the season. This, today, was simply an excuse to have fun and to put Hadama’s armor to the test for Safrin’s quest.
The downy pelage, sparkling with starlight, was at least warm in Halo’s cold climate. Hadama’s hands, hidden within a pair of large red mittens, scooped up some snow and formed it carefully as he waited for Noah to do the same. A flicker of a grin was all the warning that Vi’s champion would get before the Tidebreaker launched his attack and then shifted to the side in an attempt to dodge immediate retaliation.
