Hadama had a reputation for nobility and fair play that was not entirely unearned, but which was decidedly blown out of proportion by others. He was not, as as rule, inclined to protest such a reputation! But he had grown up in the oceans, where tides were fickle and predators had few compunctions, indeed. He was a far more pragmatic man than he seemed, and was no above using whatever tools the environment provided.
The black sand strewn near the shores of the Roar, for example.
The sand might not have been enough to obscure Thalassa in her usual shape and size, but as she seemed to vanish beneath the spray of grit he tensed and twisted to bring his trident into guard behind him - expecting a magical trick rather than a simple shift into a smaller creature. He did not notice the small flicker of the lava wyrm making its way through the sand near his feet.
At least, not for the moment. Given a few more seconds to seek out light and motion within the cavern and he would certainly spy the little creature so far from the Crust where it belonged.
The black sand strewn near the shores of the Roar, for example.
The sand might not have been enough to obscure Thalassa in her usual shape and size, but as she seemed to vanish beneath the spray of grit he tensed and twisted to bring his trident into guard behind him - expecting a magical trick rather than a simple shift into a smaller creature. He did not notice the small flicker of the lava wyrm making its way through the sand near his feet.
At least, not for the moment. Given a few more seconds to seek out light and motion within the cavern and he would certainly spy the little creature so far from the Crust where it belonged.
