They had certainly never practiced such a maneuver, but Hadama turned instinctively at the same time Zavien did so that their backs were together, guarding each other's most vulnerable spot. His jaw tightened subtly, chin lifting as the possessed vampire gourds went on the attack. Trusting Zavien to hold his own after the recent proof of their training, the Mer King moved straight onto the offensive. The three closest gourds were met with the bludgeoning force of his Gravity Spikes spearing through them, sending explosions of gory gourd guts in all directions. A few even splattered against Hadama himself, though his stoic expression never faltered.
As the second wave closed in he swung his trident in a sweeping arc to keep them at bay, ducking his head and squinting through the fireworks that obscured his vision, though he oddly felt no pain or heat from them. At least they were squishy as foes went, easily dispatched, and it gave him an idea. "Buy me three seconds," he called to the man at his back. "I will use my lunar blessing." The one that had once damaged an allogator while giving Zavien's sword that little extra oomph to strike true and finish the job.
As the second wave closed in he swung his trident in a sweeping arc to keep them at bay, ducking his head and squinting through the fireworks that obscured his vision, though he oddly felt no pain or heat from them. At least they were squishy as foes went, easily dispatched, and it gave him an idea. "Buy me three seconds," he called to the man at his back. "I will use my lunar blessing." The one that had once damaged an allogator while giving Zavien's sword that little extra oomph to strike true and finish the job.
