His own expression was more relaxed than most saw from the serenely stoic King, though it was still a subtle change rather than an overt one. He did not hide that he was pleased to see the captain of the Marauder again, however, or that he was in a good mood and looking forward to their training. Thalassa's completed daggers sent a curl of satisfaction through the demigod as well, a small burn of secondhand pride in having helped in their creation, even if only in a small way.
And he was not unaware of the changes in the oft-prickly Ancient, either, as he met her smile with one of his own before he offered his teasing challenge. Her laughter was as welcome as her initial invitation had been, and his small smile spread into a slow grin. "Indeed," he rumbled, though whether it was a comment on his 'kindness' or his potential regrets was up to Thalassa to decide.
She moved swiftly, a streak of darkness within the low light of the cavern, and Hadama kept his word. He made no attempt to block or evade her strike, simply bracing himself to absorb it with his armor. The dagger sank into the feathers but the thick plumage prevented it from cutting any deeper or finding his flesh, and he looked down at the Ancient with that grin widening imperceptibly as he nodded in satisfaction. "Now it is my turn."
He shifted to slide his feet across the slick stone of the cavern floor, falling back and away from her blades into a wider, more stable stance. As he did so he spun his trident around to swat at Thalassa's shoulder with the broad, flat side of the tines, the attack almost playful but still hard enough to be a serious reminder of the deadly weapons they were engaging with.
And he was not unaware of the changes in the oft-prickly Ancient, either, as he met her smile with one of his own before he offered his teasing challenge. Her laughter was as welcome as her initial invitation had been, and his small smile spread into a slow grin. "Indeed," he rumbled, though whether it was a comment on his 'kindness' or his potential regrets was up to Thalassa to decide.
She moved swiftly, a streak of darkness within the low light of the cavern, and Hadama kept his word. He made no attempt to block or evade her strike, simply bracing himself to absorb it with his armor. The dagger sank into the feathers but the thick plumage prevented it from cutting any deeper or finding his flesh, and he looked down at the Ancient with that grin widening imperceptibly as he nodded in satisfaction. "Now it is my turn."
He shifted to slide his feet across the slick stone of the cavern floor, falling back and away from her blades into a wider, more stable stance. As he did so he spun his trident around to swat at Thalassa's shoulder with the broad, flat side of the tines, the attack almost playful but still hard enough to be a serious reminder of the deadly weapons they were engaging with.
