Hadama watched intently as Bane prepared his feet and then stepped into a strike at the log target. His sword hit solidly, impressively so, and the former-Mer attempted to position his own feet similarly to how he'd seen the other man do so. "I am not used to weapons," he admitted, concentrating on finding his balance in the sand. "I prefer my fists. Though I have learned to wield a trident. But a sword is very different from either." And nothing at all like his magic, which was more powerful than all the rest combined.
He listened to Bane's advice and gave a slow nod of understanding before adjusting his hands accordingly.
His stance, now an approximate mirror of Bane's, was not quite right - but it was no longer a stance for wielding a trident. He stepped forward and cut at the log, the wood resounding with a solid Thok! as the blade sunk into it. He had to jerky it loose with raw strength and a grunt of effort before he turned his full attention back to the human and his explanation. "Hmm... the vanguard?" A word he had become more familiar with during the last War, when he had led the Mer in battle. "It is not silly at all." He paused, reviewing what Bane had said and then inclined his head in respect. "My condolences for your loss. Was she a soldier?"
He listened to Bane's advice and gave a slow nod of understanding before adjusting his hands accordingly.
His stance, now an approximate mirror of Bane's, was not quite right - but it was no longer a stance for wielding a trident. He stepped forward and cut at the log, the wood resounding with a solid Thok! as the blade sunk into it. He had to jerky it loose with raw strength and a grunt of effort before he turned his full attention back to the human and his explanation. "Hmm... the vanguard?" A word he had become more familiar with during the last War, when he had led the Mer in battle. "It is not silly at all." He paused, reviewing what Bane had said and then inclined his head in respect. "My condolences for your loss. Was she a soldier?"
