There were several ways of fighting that Hadama was skilled at, from the fists which had been his earliest weapons to the trident that had been a gift from a goddess to the magic he had developed and practiced over the seasons. Aside from the trident, however, conventional physical weapons were things he had once made, but not used.
The sword he held now was a weapon that was fit for a King. A long, gently curved blade with a single cutting edge had been forged from dark steel with waves like the ocean and bound to a hilt of simple, unadorned silver with a grip wrapped in black sharkskin.
Standing beneath the stars and the bright light of a full moon on one of the Kuali'i isles, Hadama held the hilt in both hands, shifting his grip as he attempted to find a placement that felt right. A driftwood log had been set upright in the sand of the small island and served as a practice dummy as the Tidebreaker took tentative cuts at it. His stoic face gave no indication of his emotional state, but he continued to practice with patient focus, hitting first from the left and then from the right, making small adjustments of his hands and feet after each blow.
Bane
The sword he held now was a weapon that was fit for a King. A long, gently curved blade with a single cutting edge had been forged from dark steel with waves like the ocean and bound to a hilt of simple, unadorned silver with a grip wrapped in black sharkskin.
Standing beneath the stars and the bright light of a full moon on one of the Kuali'i isles, Hadama held the hilt in both hands, shifting his grip as he attempted to find a placement that felt right. A driftwood log had been set upright in the sand of the small island and served as a practice dummy as the Tidebreaker took tentative cuts at it. His stoic face gave no indication of his emotional state, but he continued to practice with patient focus, hitting first from the left and then from the right, making small adjustments of his hands and feet after each blow.
