Dodging was not Hadama's greatest talent. He was solid, steadfast, and strong, and for such a large man he was surprisingly light on his feet. But his reaction speed was notably less than his strength, and even with a head start he was unable to evade Noah's missile completely. The snow skimmed over the armored feathers on his shoulder, dusting them with white and catching the edge of his ear, but no true damage was taken and the starlight remained a scintillating mark of the armor's continued efficacy.
The Tidebreaker scooped up another handful of snow from the thick powder coating the Frostfields and began to pack it once more, but he was significantly slower about it than Noah was. The lack of practice was obvious in his careful movements, and he was further slowed by the need to keep moving so that he would not be a sitting target for the Forsaken as he worked. "When will you come visit Torchline again?" he called, using conversation to buy himself a few more seconds so that he could finish his ammunition and aim for Noah's shoulder.
The Tidebreaker scooped up another handful of snow from the thick powder coating the Frostfields and began to pack it once more, but he was significantly slower about it than Noah was. The lack of practice was obvious in his careful movements, and he was further slowed by the need to keep moving so that he would not be a sitting target for the Forsaken as he worked. "When will you come visit Torchline again?" he called, using conversation to buy himself a few more seconds so that he could finish his ammunition and aim for Noah's shoulder.
