"Mmh. It is not your rings I am worried about." The revelation was accompanied by a flicker of a smile at the corner of the king's mouth. "Have you been to the new artist in Upper Haulani? She paints designs on fingernails. I have seen her glue chips of gemstone to them as well." An artisan who would soon be wildly popular, if Hadama's intuition was to be trusted.
Her teasing reassurance - and even more mischievous warning - drew a quiet huff of laughter from Hadama as he prepared for a good workout, enjoying the safety of the divine shields that wrapped around Torchline--
The crack echoed over the beach and for a split second the Tidebreaker was distracted. A flicker of his eyes was all it took for Flora's knife to be released and he attempted to block it with a sweep of his trident a moment too late. The blade impacted squarely, burying itself deep in the feathers of his armor. Most of its momentum was absorbed by the starlit cushion, but the tip still scratched his chest, drawing blood and pulling his attention firmly back to the fight. A sense of unease lingered, but he focused on the opponent in front of him - trusting that Flora would let him know if there was a threat approaching from behind.
He pulled the blade free and flipped it in his hand, spinning it back towards the Doubletake as the light in his feathered StArmour faded to a dull and starless white. "Good aim." Dead center and right on target. Her speed had definitely improved and he adjusted his stance accordingly for the next attack.
Her teasing reassurance - and even more mischievous warning - drew a quiet huff of laughter from Hadama as he prepared for a good workout, enjoying the safety of the divine shields that wrapped around Torchline--
The crack echoed over the beach and for a split second the Tidebreaker was distracted. A flicker of his eyes was all it took for Flora's knife to be released and he attempted to block it with a sweep of his trident a moment too late. The blade impacted squarely, burying itself deep in the feathers of his armor. Most of its momentum was absorbed by the starlit cushion, but the tip still scratched his chest, drawing blood and pulling his attention firmly back to the fight. A sense of unease lingered, but he focused on the opponent in front of him - trusting that Flora would let him know if there was a threat approaching from behind.
He pulled the blade free and flipped it in his hand, spinning it back towards the Doubletake as the light in his feathered StArmour faded to a dull and starless white. "Good aim." Dead center and right on target. Her speed had definitely improved and he adjusted his stance accordingly for the next attack.
