"Indeed," he agreed with her sentiment, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes in spite of the pain. "I will heal us when we are done." Though since he was on the defensive today there should only be one of them in need of that particular gift of their goddess.
The dagger returned to the hand that had cast it out and Hadama resumed his grip on his trident. He had barely curled his fingers around the smoothly polished coral before the Doubletake was moving again, a blur of blonde hair and navy blue jacket that went low--
Aiming for his legs. As his opponents always seemed to do, sooner or later.
That much, at least, he had learned to deal with, and he drove his trident down deep into the sand on instinct more than conscious thought, creating a barrier to protect his legs from the sweep. A pole that Flora's leg would hit before it reached his own. The anchoring saved his balance, but he had no hands free to defend against the hilt of the dagger that struck hard enough to bruise. Hadama let out another puff of air as he took the impact but stayed steady. His armour was regaining its starlit glow, but slowly. Slowly. And it was beginning to seem as though it would not finish recharging until their spar had reached its conclusion.
The dagger returned to the hand that had cast it out and Hadama resumed his grip on his trident. He had barely curled his fingers around the smoothly polished coral before the Doubletake was moving again, a blur of blonde hair and navy blue jacket that went low--
Aiming for his legs. As his opponents always seemed to do, sooner or later.
That much, at least, he had learned to deal with, and he drove his trident down deep into the sand on instinct more than conscious thought, creating a barrier to protect his legs from the sweep. A pole that Flora's leg would hit before it reached his own. The anchoring saved his balance, but he had no hands free to defend against the hilt of the dagger that struck hard enough to bruise. Hadama let out another puff of air as he took the impact but stayed steady. His armour was regaining its starlit glow, but slowly. Slowly. And it was beginning to seem as though it would not finish recharging until their spar had reached its conclusion.
